Also well known as a critic, author and translator of Japanese classic literature into contemporary Japanese.
You lie bent up in embryo sleep below the painting of the blue fisherman without a pillow. The checkered cover kicked and tangled on the floor the old house creaking now a car going by a fire engine up the hill.
I've disentangled myself from you moved silently, groping in the dark for cigarettes, and now three cigarettes later still elated I sit across the room watching you - the light from the street lamp coming through the shutters hysterical patterns flash on the wall sometimes when a car goes by otherwise there is no change.
Not in the way you lie curled up. Not in the sounds that never come from you. Not in the discontent I feel. You've filled completely with Sausalito and sign language canoe and coffee ice cream and your wide eyes.
And now unable to sleep because the day is finally going home because your sleep has locked me out I watch you and wonder at you. I know your face by touch when it's dark I know the profile of your sleeping face the sound of you sleeping.
Sometimes I think you were all sound kicking free of covers moving about in the bathroom taking twenty minutes of our precious time.
I know the hills and gullys of your body the curves I have total recall of you and Stanyan Street because I know it will be important later.This pillow is a subtle way to bring in a personal touch of my love for my dogs & keep to my normal decor "Pottery Barn" style. Love the look of the pillow, the color is spot on like a old blue print.
So, since the first topic of the week is "A Day in the Life of" I wrote a poem about what my kids might enjoy doing with a crochet car!
Enjoy the story that depicts a day in the life of this crochet car (no images because it was raining today when I planned on taking them actually, on second look, it is snowing lol). Jun 13, · The poem was so tranquil and perfect (in my mind) for a yoga class.
View scenthive’s profile on Facebook; View scenthive’s profile on Twitter; on your pillow or bed, or above your head to experience the effect. (You can also take orally, directions are on the website) When Ava offered to send me a couple, I chose Softness. with your face turned sideways on the pillow and I traced the exquisite line of your profile, dark against the white, delicate and lovely as a child's.
Perhaps you will cease to love me. or we may be consumed in the holocaust, but I keep, against the ice and the fire, the memory of your profile on the pillow.5/5. It often starts with a small sound Maybe a little putt, putt or a sigh Some nights a freight train comes round I'm tired and need sleep, but no, I cry.
The Profile on the Pillow. After our fierce loving in the brief time we found to be together, you lay in the half light exhausted, rich, with your face turned sideways on the pillow and I traced the exquisite line of your profile, dark against the white, delicate and lovely as a child's.