Things I Love Almost As Much As My Beloved's Soft Tongue:
A spritz of rose perfume on a translucent wrist
A newborn baby's downy ear
A long silken braid running down a beautiful woman's back
A gleaming diamond in an upturned nostril
Finding a shiny new penny, heads up
A butterfly clasped in my hands
Tickling my palms, leaving iridescent dust.
Summer thunder storms on warm quiet evenings,
Cool wine running down my throat.
Tim Buckley.
The Simpsons.
Fireflies, flickers of golden light, bobbing through the thick night air
And a distant black sky full of stars
Created by milk flowing from Hera's breast.
