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Tag: sensuality
Affair with Hemingway
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there’s a lot of difference.” – Ernest Hemingway
“They love me like a pack of wolves.” – Ernest Hemingway
“Love is forever. Lust is for the moment. Got a moment?” – Michael Gorman
Affair with Hemingway
Remote corners du café
Closerie des Lilas
Summer evenings beneath stars
Sidewalk tables and stories
Late at night – mon chambre
I take you to my bed
Crawl deep inside your stories
I have my way with you
You reach out through time
Together, we do Paris
Huddled in corners
Sipping wine and champagne
Dark Smokey tables shared
Avec Fitzgerald, Ezra et
Ford Madox Ford
War stories, the bulls
Nights at Bricktops
Josephine’s rocking the joint
Gertrude’s salon
Champagne et art du jour
Picasso, Modigliani
Breathless with anticipation
I surrender and plead for more
It is the life – it is life
Bereft, insatiable, pleading for more
C’est magnifique!
Bisous,
Léa
Red’s own story
“And whenever I’m in a situation where I’m wearing the same as 600 other people and doing the same thing as 600 other people, looking back, I always found ways to make myself different, whether it be having a red lining inside of my jacket, having red shoes, it hasn’t changed.”
– Jeremy Irons
“When in doubt wear RED.”
– Bill Blass
Red’s Own Story
She is the thick
Slick enamel
That covers my nails
A pointer when tracing
Concentric circles
On bare flesh
She is the sports car
Darting along the highway
Hugging the curves
Turning an eye
She is the ripe
Succulent strawberry
Her flesh firm
Yet yielding
Tantalizing dipped in dark chocolate
Suits her best
She is the
American beauty
Long stemmed, heady fragrance
Her tight buds unfurl
Exposing her inner delicacy
We forget the thorns
She is the creamy dark war paint
On my lips
A signature
When and where
I choose to leave my mark
She is fire
On the move
Churning inside
Rising up
Beckoning me on
She is
Passion
Bisous,
Léa
Scattering
“In one of those stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend…I shall not leave you.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
“Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.”
– W. Clement Stone
“Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Scattering
Every new
Moon
I curl up
In my
Curvaceous
Crescent
Encircled
By each
Starry night
Celestial dreams
Await me
There is no man
Here
I control
The ebb
And flow
Of the
Seas
I watch
Over your
Attempts
To comprehend
Me
To encapsulate
Into ode
Or song
It is difficult
When you
Haven’t
The language
Of the
Universe
Bemused
My laughter
Scatters
Stardust
Bisous,
Léa
Be a cat
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” – Ernest Hemingway
BE A CAT
We do not have nine
Only one – allocated
Much shorter than you think
Racing – a comet in the night
Be a cat
Think of the graceful feline
Encountering something new
The nose begins to twitch
Whiskers poised and ready
Be a cat
Curiosity in all things
Absorb all you can
Touch it, feel it,
Make love to it
Be a cat
Take pleasure in your body
It’s keeping you together
Treat it kindly
Any shortcomings are cerebral
Be a cat
Drink this life in
Champagne – tickles, savor it
Take a lesson from felines
Relish it all, retrace pleasure
Head first, into the new
Be a cat
Rejoice in the night
Solitude, darkness, peace
Wondrous world to explore
All, different – alive
Be a cat
Don’t waste it
No feline ever would
Satisfy your urges
Le chat never postpones
Sharing pleasure –
Makes the world go around
Be a cat
Only the feline
Curls up
Relives her pleasures
Then rises to do them
Again, again and again
Be a cat
Bisous,
Léa
GIGI ET LE CHAT
*
“I cannot interest myself in anything that is not life.”
–
“Look for a long time at what pleases you, and longer still at what pains you.”
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette – Gigi and The Cat
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Bisous,
Léa
Mirror, mirror…
“Mirror is my best friend, because when I cry, it never laughs.” – Sir Charles Chaplin
“Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.” – Camille Pissarro
“If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies how very different our ideals of beauty would be.” – author unknown
“People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.”
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
*
Mirror, Mirror
I embark on a journey
To find out just who is this person
Buried inside my eyelids
The one who lurks in front of the bathroom mirror
As I blow-dry my hair each morning
She mimics my movements
While I brush my teeth and short reddish hair
Thank you Clariol
Or is she mocking me?
We share a wardrobe
It is debatable whom the clothes fit better
I prefer to think the mirror is the one
Telling the tall tales
A mirror should never be believed
If it were kinder
Perhaps I wouldn’t avoid its glare
*
Bisous,
Léa
I believe his name is Pablo
“Perhaps it is because cats do not live by human patterns, do not fit themselves into prescribed behavior, that they are so united to creative people.” – Andre Norton
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.” – Jean Cocteau
“Always the cat remains a little beyond the limits we try to set for him in our blind folly.” – Andre Norton
I believe his name is Pablo
not just for the artist
but also the poet
the one whose silvery
tongue, slides in and out
of my dreams
*
le petit chat noir
curled up in
my palm creating
his own corner
de coeur
*
only three weeks old
the eyes still dark like
the gloss of his fur
too soon yet
to bring him home
*
it’s been a decade
since i’ve lived
with a cat
my youngest son took
his – when he parted
*
a niche
caché à mon coeur
arms open, waiting
longing to stroke
his silky black fur
*
hypnotic opus whispers
bestowing solace
allowing me to adore you
prompting my behaviors
putting me in my place
*
j’attends
divine inspiration
mysterious muse
oh passionate one
chez moi est chez toi
*
Bisous,
Léa
Affair with Hemingway
“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there’s a lot of difference.” – Ernest Hemingway
“They love me like a pack of wolves.” – Ernest Hemingway
“Love is forever. Lust is for the moment. Got a moment?” – Michael Gorman
Affair with Hemingway
Remote corners of café
Closerie des Lilas
Summer evenings beneath stars
Sidewalk tables and stories
Late at night – mon chambre
I take you to my bed
Crawl deep inside your stories
I have my way with you
You reach out through time
Together, we do Paris
Huddled in corners
Sipping wine and champagne
Dark Smokey tables shared
Avec Fitzgerald, Ezra et
Ford Madox Ford
War stories, the bulls
Nights at Bricktops
Josephine’s rocking the joint
Gertrude’s salon
Champagne et art du jour
Picasso, Modigliani
Breathless with anticipation
I surrender and plead for more
It is the life – it is life
C’est magnifique!
Alien Landscape
“Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you’re living? – Bob Marley
“Not on one strand are all life’s jewels strung.” – William Morris
“Life is like a ten speed bicycle. Most of us have gears we never use.” – Charles M. Schulz
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” – Thomas A. Edison
*
Alien landscape
We are all tourists
Some will be obsessed
Driven to make the most
Of each moment
They fail to take pleasure
In the nuances proffered
Others will passively move
From this reality to
Whatever awaits?
There are those who are
Unshakable and move
With grace and confidence
Through the darkest of times
Others claw their way
From first breath to last
To tremble at the touch of another
Can be a most precious gift
Painting the canvas of your life
The colors are yours to choose
Will you play it safe – muted colours?
Dare to express yourself with all the
Vibrancy within your grasp?
Time passes all to quickly
The years both kind and cruel
Reflected in the shading
Light and darkness in turn
Mortality a heartbeat away
Create while you can
The music of your life
*
Bisous,
Léa
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