The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air.
The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white. It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light.
From "Bath" by Amy Lowell. Read the complete poem here.
Image from Historia del Arte Erotico
4 comments:
Saw tons of cock at the MFA in Boston this week - big ones, little ones, painted ones, sculpted ones - and it made me think of you ... I don't mean that to be as creepy as it probably sounds.
Jaime, you made me laugh so hard it scared the dog! Thanks for a nice start to the day.
Hope Boston was lots of fun, apart from all the, uh, members.
Oh, Jaime- I wish I'd known...we could have met and enjoyed one another, I'm sure....
Ah, Gracie.
Whatta nice guy...so VERY obliging.
Nice hair, too.
Gotta love mens who are obliging in the bath, LOL.
Please forgive your lovingly overextended girlfriend.
We're in the thrall of college visitation choices, and I FINALLY took J to NYC for a whirlwind- where he met up with my sisters-by-choice-
And nearly was gobbled up by the Aedes fellas.
I suspect you might have enjoyed him, too.
[Dave , beware ! Mrs. M. raised suave menfolk- no misogynists chez moi, baby !]
Love you, and your household.
I'm glad you're busy with happy things, Chaya. I like to think of you traipsing around NYC with your offspring.
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