Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The birth of the day. . .for MA

I completely agree with Lord Charlie:

The birth of the day 
and the mirth of the sun 
makes me want to stay 
in a bed of cool green 
or on a blanket of grass 
under a palm tree watching 
you walk into the sea, watching 
you sway admiring the view 
of you walking toward the sea 
knowing you'll return to me.

Molly thanks you, Molly's feet thank you, Molly's shoes thank you, Molly's butt wiggles sexily for you as you, Sir, watch!

Old things

The birthday happened yesterday.  Today there's the leftover wrapping and a throb that says "too much" with each pound.  Molly has a confession.

I bought an antique yesterday.  Not like Molly.  To want old wood around.  But the idea amused,  intrigued me.  So I found a small sewing chest in dark stained wood with dainty flowers painted on its front.  Not in any way a thing I would normally look at.  But yesterday it seemed the thing.  So it was finagled from the dealer.  And it sits in my bedroom and looks lost.  My birthday gift to myself.