"What's this, soy milk?"
"No, that's coffee milk."
"It's good! But... why are we drinking coffee milk at 10:30?"
"The question is why are you? I wanted to get rid of milk."
"Because it's good!"
"I could make you some."
"Can you make it without the coffee?"
"Yeah... I can pour you a glass of milk..."
purification rite, dripping, burning,
salt in my eyes, time melting in heat waves
twelve thousand units of cool breeze
stripping, peeling, naked and naked
and oh! cool water, I could bathe... for... hours
drink you whole and soak, slowly,
pulsing like caresses through fine hair
content within and without
Oh my. :) Exhausted and loving it.
clutching hard enough to bruise,
sweat like bleeding, an offering
a plea for cleansing, take me away
and give me back of fruit juice
water, raspberries and lime
summer days and nights
each vein a river of dreams
they've burned the signs
warnings and private and--
she's already swimming
beating the waves to her song
a melody for the part of night
a rhythm you have to know
a smooth center in flight
welcome and spinning
let it all melt so
I had to condition my hair about five times. I'm drowning myself in white grapefruit juice now. I've been gleeful for the past couple days over some 100% unsweetened cranberry juice. Glee, I tell you. I bought it a year ago, and recently found it in storage. It's about as sour as lemon juice (I like that, too), plus very cranberry. Strong, yes. Take me in your arms, lovely crimson knight. *swoon* I also found some long-lost plum wine, so we have lots of that, too.
Love and stuff. :)