That was a good time
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pjthompsonFrom the notebooks, April 14, 1998:
American
I read poetry to him in American,
he listens in French,
cast back against the pillows,
naked,
one knee bent for intuitive leaps
eyes watching my face and inflection,
mouth smiling slightly, slightly open
as if his tongue might catch the words
so when he repeats them he, too,
will speak American.
From the notebooks, July 2, 1998:
Summer
covers kicked off
at the end of the bed,
a soft rill of mountains
on the distant horizon
backlit
by insistent rivers
of sunlight
forcing through the blinds,
determined to wake us,
to touch us
on the other side
of those gentle peaks
where, despite it all,
we lay
murmuring dreams
on the plain of sheets,
naked and unconcerned.
—PJ Thompson
American
I read poetry to him in American,
he listens in French,
cast back against the pillows,
naked,
one knee bent for intuitive leaps
eyes watching my face and inflection,
mouth smiling slightly, slightly open
as if his tongue might catch the words
so when he repeats them he, too,
will speak American.
From the notebooks, July 2, 1998:
Summer
covers kicked off
at the end of the bed,
a soft rill of mountains
on the distant horizon
backlit
by insistent rivers
of sunlight
forcing through the blinds,
determined to wake us,
to touch us
on the other side
of those gentle peaks
where, despite it all,
we lay
murmuring dreams
on the plain of sheets,
naked and unconcerned.
—PJ Thompson
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Date: 2009-07-21 06:45 am (UTC)I'm going to go hug my Frenchie now.
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Date: 2009-07-21 04:23 pm (UTC)