Coney Island - A Sunday Song for my Beau

I am captured by many types of music. But then sometimes a piece comes along which talks directly to your soul. A piece so seemingly effortless in its construction; a piece which talks about a small moment in a car where you catch a glimpse of your beau in the Autumn sunshine.

You are this person my darling. This is a Sunday Song. As the wind howls around me today and the rain spatters the windows, I find myself looking westward. This song is so filled with you; it epitomizes where I see the simple things with you. Sunday papers, mussels and good craic. In a car, talking as we do at a hundred to the dozen. The feel of fresh air on our faces, then the warmth of a car as it is buffeted by the Atlantic elements. A real fire with my Love.

Thank you Van Morrison for the Ulster brogue and the music. Thank you missimos for the pictures.  

Coney Island

Coming down from Downpatrick

Stopping off at St. John's Point

Out all day birdwatching

And the craic was good

Stopped off at Strangford Lough

Early in the morning

Drove through Shrigley taking pictures

And on to Killyleagh

Stopped off for Sunday papers at the Lecale District,

Just before Coney Island.

On and on, over the hill to Ardglass

In the jam jar, autumn sunshine, magnificent

And all shining through.

Stop off at Ardglass for a couple of jars of

Mussels and some potted herrings in case

We get famished before dinner.

On and on, over the hill and the craic is good

Heading towards Coney Island.

I look at the side of your face as the sunlight comes

Streaming through the window in the autumn sunshine

And all the time going to Coney Island I'm thinking,

Wouldn't it be great if it was like this all the time.

"Coney Island" as written by Van Morrison

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Moon Arch & Bloom

It's strange, Nicimos, but even after you left last night, it felt as though you were here with me.   All night...

Is that because you never left my thoughts?   My reveries were of how you looked and felt in those hours we'd just spent together ~ ~ ~

     The way you feel smell taste hear think shimmer is matchless.  It's intriguing.  Like the movement of moon upon the lake in January.  Rising and falling of air so crisp and tidal you can see it and diffuse it against your burning skin.  The slower I can watch you, the more pleasurable it is to feel you.  I love your sounds and moans.  

Senses, feasts that inhabit our eyes, and make our innermost quick relax and flow upon streams.   I do it with you.  

I only wish there was more time to lay you so far back you can no longer see.  Your eyes open, lungs expand and arms arch backward.  So far your belly gives bloom and your cock makes your hands tingle.  You can't see, but you can paint shapes, any sultry shape the illusory colours of that moon. 

You can, as Yusef Islam would say, "move mountains in the dark." 

Stay ~

        Heard a familiar song today.  It reminded me so  much of you, Mr X.  Mr. Nicimos ~

It couldn't but prod me into review of  just how far I've come since we met just shy of four years ago.  

Life was so very different then.  We were slowly becoming friends.  We'd met on Twitter of all places.   

But those years ago I was just beginning to feel the earthquakes that would rend my domestic life apart.   

You never knew it at that time but the abusive relationship I'd been in for the prior 15 years was about to come crumbling down ~ on top of me.  

Actually, the Years and all those Hard Men who'd confined me and had stood firm on my fire were to come hurtling down on me.   With such a weight it nearly cost me everything.   

At the time, You never knew that.  Still, you chatted most amiably with me whenever the abrupt long silences between us might end, as if we'd never dropped our fun and often meaningful conversations.   Bless you for that.  

For accepting my will 'o the wisp ways then.  

After a bit of an avalanche and after a deep ice age set in I came to roused by the cold one feels to wake up outside with nothing on but the clothes on one's back.  (Just that in fact, other than some paperwork was all I did take in my flight from Egypt).  

But you know, I don't regret any of it ~ every man brought something to me that only they could have,

as every one of them took away something from me that was never theirs to take.    

I never regret experience as long as sooner or later it bears fruit in my spirit and in my life.  

That's what we're here for anyway - experience.   

It just happens that I was meant to have a Circus of Life that spelled out various levels of hell in large glowing letters!

It's STILL valuable LIFE!

It just means that I know what heaven is, more than some perhaps - because it sure ain't hell!  

Anyway, 

how you and I got from a slow-burning, growing friendship into the WE that exists now

 is a book filled with the many volumes we know by heart, and so many that some we've even forgotten!

They are not the point right now ~ You are the point right now.   You and all the tenderness that you've brought to me recently.  Yes I cried the last time we spoke.  They were tears that no one has ever seen before.   But you let me cry them.  

I cried because I was scared.  I cried because I didn't want to hide it anymore.  

I cried because loving you has brought me to a place I must dig in deep with all I have, or continue to walk the halls of the familiar hells I know.

Wouldn't that seem like an easy choice to most?   But it's true - sometimes the devil you know is better than the one you don't!    You're the most trustworthy person, but as I'd said to you recently, it'd matter not one whit if you were the male version of Mother Theresa - the fact is that I have no empirical reason to assume that you could be truly 'different' than the earliest men or the latest men in my life ~ Scientifically speaking, my experiences make me lean towards utter disbelief of even the most astounding supernatural things that have passed between us.

How ungracious is that?  Considering the ways our knowing have smashed all anyone knows of physics, time and space!

Well - you wanted tears of joy from me, but they could not come until the sorrows had passed.   Getting so deeply into a person takes time and delicacy.   All of which you have liberally given to me.   You've shown this skittish Horse nothing but scented apples and soft grasses.   A dry place to lay my head.

Right now ....

Of all the things in the world I could think of wanting at this stage in my life, right now, it's that you STAY, to carry on what you've begun.   

Please ~

STAY, and the Night would give me up.

STAY, and the Day would keep its trust.

STAY, and the Night would be enough.  

      If I know the dark of hurts, I now begin to really know the light of day.  

Now here, the song  ~ I cannot hear it and not find You all over it:

Green light, 7-Eleven

You stop in for a pack of cigarettes

You don't smoke, don't even want to

Hey now, check your change

Dressed up like a car crash

Your wheels are turning but you're upside down

You say when he hits you, you don't mind

Because when he hurts you, you feel alive

Oh no, is that what it is?

Red lights, gray morning

You stumble out of a hole in the ground

A vampire or a victim

It depends on who's around

You used to stay in to watch the adverts

You could lip sync to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me

And when you talk, you talk at me

And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay then the night would give you up

Stay, and the day would keep its trust

Stay, and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close

Up with the static and the radio

With satellite television

You can go anywhere

Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call

And if you jump, you just might fall

And if you shout I'll only hear you

If I could stay then the night would give you up

Stay, then the day would keep its trust

Stay, with the demons you drowned

Stay, with the spirit I found

Stay, and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning

It's quiet and there's no one around

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel hits the ground

Stay (far Away, So Close!) ~ U2

William Carlos Williams ~

We sit and talk quietly,

with long lapses of silence,

and I am aware of the stream that has no language,

coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.

          ~ William Carlos Williams

   For X and his Silent Speaking ~

Admiring The Admiral ~

Oh and I DO admire my Admiral ~ he's SUCH a commanding fellow!  ; )

Hoping you liked The Admiral's Log.   It's what everyone else will see on insta.   But you'll see this and so much more as you're the fellow who took the original snap ~

Hold it the right way and you'll see a man in full uniform ~ all brocade and shiny buttons.  Long white Inspection gloves and he's jotting something important in his ship's log.   

I do think it's brilliant and it marks the first time YOU appear on our insta.   But I won't let on it's you as long as you haven't already!

~ much love and admiration

    Your Missimos xxx

Now - time for other delighting takes on your subject ~

Turning on The Fahrenheit Switch ~

The Venusian Troposphere ~

The Vertigo ~

 

The Heinlein ~

The Swiss Alps ~

See how you stir my imagination, Sir??

Xxx