Electra Ride In Bloo

These were the words my darling missimos penned. 
You asked me, sweetheart why I thought Your words were important to me?

I think what is written below gives you an idea xxx

"Under the sparkless blue waves Bored. 
I am fitful Sleeping Tossing Turning Restless. 
I am fitful Dreaming beneath the Electric Humming Faceless ~ Dreaming for a moment I see you standing clear and close static-less part and so sweet-particled. 
You are Thrumming Diving beneath these waves to find me A thousand channels I cry A thousand of them and you're never On. 
I know, I roll over in dream and ride sheen after sheet of inner screen And You, just one step ahead laughing 'lectrically Give way to the National Anthem. 
Under sparkless blue Television Eye Mine shut and yawn I roll in boredom In sighs I seethe to seize You. I fall asleep under the wait for the Humming of You I touch the Electric wire and far away I think I hear You But Sometimes Signal silence I curl up Remote in hand.

 If I can I'll divide those blue waves from whence You walk forth smiling ~ static-less and sweet-particled Your Hands cooler than blue and find Me."

Sunday Night Monday Morning ~

I loved how we spent Sunday Night Monday Morning together Nicimos.

Words at times seem too small and impoverished to describe what it's like knowing you.

I tried last night when I wrote to you after we met, and I believe I failed. Language finds its faults and diction falters when I've got you under my tongue.

When my writing fingers have held you, there is no sign language they know to articulate the wonders of You.

The only 'talk' or 'write' that comes close to 'Us' and 'You' and 'We' is perhaps near-approached by Sound.

I say sound because the knowing of you has been so much about that.

Last night, this morning I became so very aware of your voice penetrating my skin. I shut my eyes to let you further in.

I bathed my soul in your blue lights. The humming vibration of your sounds, even the rise and exhale of your breath were working their way into my confidence.

Sound is vibration.

A channel, a carrier of waves.

Mouth to ear as shore answers shore.

I lie down on my beach to feel your cool wash over me.

I am drenched in the subtle roar of your oceans. Calls from your deep echo inside of me.

And now I follow that channel back to its source. Back to your shores and over your lands, until I should walk waist-deep in your currents.

I follow back your soft Pied-Piper sounds, until I am finding with spectral fingers the mouth that emits such love.

And when I find you, as I did last night, this morning, I climb up into the bed of you to rest in your arms.

I lay my head against your chest. Its rise and fall soothing me to slumber. The beating of your heart resounds in my ear and reverberates within me ~ head to heart to quim.

There may seem a quiet from me but I'm not hushed within. For my own answers your own in that silent language we share.

As you'd said Sunday Night Monday Morning ~ "Your mouth isn't moving, but you're still talking to me."

"We are still communicating". And in that moment you then you shut your mouth. but the 'talk' did not cease.

And I opened mine and said "Yes. It's like we always do"

And I meant it is precisely the soul to soul dialogue we share over distance and through time. I looked in your eyes and felt your sounds in me, against me.

Your sounds caressing and touching every part of my body, without hands. But this was better ~ because the sound of you has a thousand tender hands. I found myself in those moments of looking silently into your eyes, not so silent.

Found that I too was bridging any gaps between us with my own waves of self, my own thousand hands reaching up into You.

I pulled you close into me and I tell you, no two waltzers ever stood more close.

Because spirit fibre to spirit fibre ran off with this 'music' we produce in tandem. We then, ran off into the sounds that can't be made ~ any other way.

I love the vibrato of You within me. I ache for fullness as it is to be inside of You.

The humming Thrill of Life is 'heard' when we meet. Not as you are aware, just on Sunday Night Monday Morning ~ but within the hours and days we clock, and in the rhythm of Our Breath.

Inhale You Exhale Me ~ my fingers last night this morning gently petal your blue self ~ as You Inhale Me and Exhale You

Then the Thrum of you answers in a thousand blue~petaled fingers pressing a beat inside my steps.

And if you, in your City seem to walk the streets alone, the tap of your feet against the concrete Day, if you listen closely you'll hear within a shock of rhythm from stem to stern. The vibration of me for wherever you go, there We are.

I am thankful for this Sunday Night Monday Morning you gave me. But now more than ever I am aware I am ever carried within, ever on your shores as much as you are upon mine and within.

You ever echo in the back of my throat at all times. You reside at the base of my soul. My halls are full of your sounds.

Every room begins to know your colours. I fly your standards where you can see them ~ in the wind and born upon the hands of time.

Your every tick-tock buried within mine

xxx

This is the picture I made for you Monday morning in the wee hours. It's Mr Astaire as he was when he sang and danced "Night and Day" ~ but broken down somewhat here, into the bright and loving vibrations that remind me of You ~

Our Lady of the Lake

For my Cerulean Lover, Mr Nicimos ~

Spinal 'Tap'

I will not wash you away

The stains of you are

More than skin deep

You ride my spine. Often better than I do. And I love you for it.