love making in the afternoon light.

I needed this day.

I've never felt so simple and beautiful;
sitting in bed, with clothes all over the floor
and work to be done, but still.
I have tea (no sympathy!), cheese and crackers,
bare legs and warm toes.
The smell of vanilla fills my room,
and the afro is somewhat covered by Fay's scarf.
My lover is never far from my heart,
and she hangs around my neck -
right next to grandmother F, in fact!


So, I'm currently reading the lastest issue of frankie,
and there is an incredible article about a girl who took one Polaroid photograph
every day, for a whole year
to document her life, and what inspired her.
I think it's a simply marvelous idea, and have every intention of being a copycat
(once I have the resources to purchase a camera!).
I've wanted a Polaroid for so long, there's just something about the instantaneous memory that enthralls me.
Soon, hopefully.


I have more and more been longing to be away from here, as of late.
I want to be with my darling alex, and noone else.
I don't want it to be so difficult.
I want to travel far and wide; and write, far and wide!
I want to visit cassaundra in NYC, and drink tea & red wine,
smoke cigarettes,
shop all day,
and speak poetically 'til the early hours.

Mmmm.

Peace out x