all glitter and roses
crosses and bunny rabbits
chrysanthemums and silver
a gentle white winged morning
shedding feathers in a sky-blown pillow fight
punctuated gently by hydrangea incense
softs hands and faery maps
a treasure chest beneath our clothes
and i am ever searching
milky, silky, swirly girly skin and smiles
all shiny teeth and kohl rimmed eyes
all princess toyboxes and dress up
and my love for you
“She was the still point of the turning world, man. I never got over that girl. Never. I mean… you know, I loved a lot of ladies, but not like that. That was real. I’ll never forget the first time I saw her. I didn’t know what had hit me. I didn’t know what to do, cause it was so easy with all the other girls, but she wouldn’t look at me. I was never the kind to pursue, if you know what I mean. That girl drove me crazy, man.” Trip Fontaine, The Virgin Suicides (1999)
hospital vespers 