What do you love?
Posted on Feb 15th, 2008
by
Lynx
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for February 14, 2008:
I love it when the pericardium .. old boot, past-retirement, can't-do-without-her, bossy secretary to the real Boss, my heart .... softens and sinks into a consideration of further tenderness ...
the idea of breathing, pulsing, dancing tissue being the norm..
the default setting for experiencing life.
When she remembers the rumba she once danced, before being seconded to guard-dog duty .. barking at those who would disturb the numbed slumber of overwhelm happening in the penthouse suite of my rib-cage, thoracic chamber of slow, only-just-ventilated life force .... when she ceases to ignore the rush of inbreath tickling the well-shod feet beneath her desk .. when she realises the outbreath is an invitation, and a smile plays on the corner of her mouth.... a sparkle quickens in the depths of her eye. Life calls to her again..
That is what I really really love right now!
the idea of breathing, pulsing, dancing tissue being the norm..
the default setting for experiencing life.
When she remembers the rumba she once danced, before being seconded to guard-dog duty .. barking at those who would disturb the numbed slumber of overwhelm happening in the penthouse suite of my rib-cage, thoracic chamber of slow, only-just-ventilated life force .... when she ceases to ignore the rush of inbreath tickling the well-shod feet beneath her desk .. when she realises the outbreath is an invitation, and a smile plays on the corner of her mouth.... a sparkle quickens in the depths of her eye. Life calls to her again..
That is what I really really love right now!

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I love reading that. the rumba and the well shod shoes. really neat, jen
Thanks jen.. there's life in the old boot yet!
you write beautifully!
Lovely…Jon xx
That was completely beautiful. You can work magic with words.