ode to a beautiful man :)

He is beautiful. Each line of his
etched face has been carved by my fingers;
I feel him now; soft and warm beneath
my skin. Deep in concentration, the
creases upon his forhead, and the hands
in rapid motion; writing, writing. His hands
move through his hair, and the sigh of a weary
day flows from his aching neck, his back, his
shoulders. He rubs his eyes with the balls of his
hands, and his exhaustion lets his wandering gaze
fall upon me. He is beautiful.

for Anne, much love, Henry, His Majesty, the King

mornings will come,
daybreaks will shine through,
in this darkness of your home your
life will burst into flames of joy. I swear it.
on every life at my disposal,
I offer you my word,
watching, praying, hoping for the
day when a heart will whisper once again
to your neck that the world is alright.
I'm calling away; booking a leave,
for a month, for a year, possibly a lifetime.
But we will, we must and shall meet again, on
the peak of the hill where the orange tree grows
and in the harbour of life there waits a white ship;
growing, expanding and waiting for us, just the two of us.
I know where your heart lies, my cages of rushing
wind encase the dreams for a lifetime. but understand, understand,
please understand that for now,
I,
Must,
Leave.

Oh, for the holidays!

I can't wait to actually get into a juicy book, and just read it all night, until I finish it!

I'm planning to read 'Ragged Trousered Philanthropists';
a book recommended by my tutor, but actually rather humourous:)

watched one of those crackly, jerky films in history today, where the same man speaks like a general...I love those films! They make me feel that I want to be there, even with Hitler or Mussolini, just to be part of the fascinating history of our nation!

Not that I'm at all enthusiastic...*coughcough*


Icthus


'In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.'