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A Night of Love   Leave a comment

love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail

it is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea

love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive

it is most sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky

— E. E. Cummings, “love is more thicker than forget”

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I’m wearing:

  • Head: Akeruka Monika 2.5
  • Body: Maitreya Lara 4.1
  • Skin: Akeruka Tone 05
  • Hair: rezology Butterfly 197
  • Eyes: IKON Sovereign eyes (Passion)
  • Attachments: SLink Dynamic hands 1.4 and Avatar Enhancement feet 1.2.4
  • Gown: LYBRA Vivien (Grape)
  • Shoes: KC Couture Zara
  • Jewelry: Zibska Asami suite (collar and earrings); Maxi Gossamer Boho bangles (laquered etched silver)
  • Makeup:
    • Eyeshadow: SlackGirl Dalya (slot 3)
    • Lipstick: WILD Diva (slot 2)

Photographed at our house

Crossroads

They say that magic becomes real at the crossroads
The places not quite here
Yet not quite there
The balance points between “was” and “will be”
When the doors between worlds open
And possibilities are unleashed

The twilight is like a crossroads
The borderland between
The light of day and dark of night
You may slumber through the night
And drift through the day
But then the sun truly descends, and the shadows lengthen
The day’s cares are abandoned
As if they had never been

As the magic grows
You race for your home
But oh, only for a span of time
The power swirls about you
As you shed the weeds of workaday
It caresses and teases, the sweetest of lovers
As you gown yourself in glory
It sings sweetly to all your senses
While you touch paint to your lips
Shadow to your eyes
Roses and musk to your throat

And then the door is flung wide
The spell is set
And it shapes your night like a sculptor’s hand to the marble
You give yourself over to gaiety
Drown yourself in music
Reel in the dance’s intoxication
You flirt and flaunt, tease and tempt
Till you capture the one
Who has in turn captured you
And when that moment strikes
Upon the chimes of the night

Then…a new spell begins

— Harper Ganesvoort, 2017

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Rejoin

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All the poets I’ve ever read
say lovers, old or new, must meet
in fields of green grass or new-mown hay
places blowing with wildflowers
and warm with sunshine

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But you don’t find places like that everywhere and when
You can’t meet your lover in a field of poppies and daisies
when you’re in Michigan in the winter
Two may plight their troth ‘neath an arch of roses
but never in December northlands

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Bal Masqué

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There’s a flutter of grey through the trees:
Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes
Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is!

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I see not her face, I but see
The swift re-appearance, the flitting persistence—
There!—of that flutter of grey in the distance.

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It has flickered and fluttered away:
What a teasing regret she has left in my day-dream,
And what dreams of delight are the dreams that one may dream!

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It was only a flutter of grey;
But the vaguest of raiment’s impossible chances
Has set my heart beating the way of old dances.

— Arthur Symons, “To a Grey Dress”

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The details:

Harper wears —

  • Skin: Glam Affair Cleo (America – Clean B)
  • Eyes: La Boheme Eyes Spellcraft (Sterling)
  • Hair: EMO-tions Risen (darkred)
  • Attachments: SLink hands and feet
  • Gown: Sascha’s Designs Avona (Silver)
  • Shoes: Renegade Tiffany
  • Accessories: Lamu Fashion Gloves (“Gold Glitter”; actually silver); Moondance Boutique Aisha suite (necklace, bracelets, teardrop earrings, rings, bindi); Lamu Fashion Chest Brooch (Silver)
  • Makeup (eyeshadow application order); SlackGirl Magda eyeshadow (05); {MUA} All the Ways eyeliner (Pack 1 – 1); MONS Trendy Eyeshadow (navy); *BOOM* Liquid Glaze (lashed Silver; vintage); Lips Glitter Silver by Alge; MUA Cheeks Contouring (Color Pack 2 – White)

Conan wears Heth Haute Couture Balen Western tails evening suit and a mask from Illusions; he didn’t give me any other details (sigh, grin)

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Telephone Line

Writing from Destin, Florida:

Telephone Line

Photo by Conan Bankersbox

Hello, how are you? Have you been alright?
Through all those lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights
That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
If you’d pick up that telephone

Hey, how you feelin’? Are you still the same?
Don’t you realize the things we did, we did
Were all for real, not a dream? And I just can’t believe
They’ve all faded out of view

Doowop dooby doo doowop, doowah doolang
Blue days, black nights, doowah doolang

I look into the sky
The love you need ain’t gonna see you through
And I wonder why
The little things you planned ain’t coming true

Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight
Oh oh, telephone line, give me some time
I’m living in twilight

Okay, so no one’s answering
Well, can’t you just let it ring a little longer, longer, longer, longer, oh
I’ll just sit tight through shadows of the night
But let it ring for evermore….

“Telephone Line,” music and lyrics by Jeff Lynne

Photographed in Elysium City of Templemore

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Sunny Days

Sunny Days

I could give in to a nap in the sun
after a long afternoon of summer fun
but that’s all the sun ‘ll let me do
sleep soundly for a day or two
I couldn’t reach it,
as hard as I’ll ever try,
so I’ll sleep underneath it and try not to cry
I’ll let its warmth graze my lips and color my cheeks
drunken and somehow it feels like magic
let the light come down and erase everything
and maybe its right that i shouldn’t complain
even if I’ll miss those kisses in the rain
but the clouds have been broken
and the sun smiles through
content enough,
to stop dreaming of you.

Alysia Victoria Gonzales, “Sunny Days” (2011)

Photographed in The Yorkshire Dales

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Sometimes

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If you have not visited the region that hosts Canary Beck’s Basilique Playhouse, do so! It is so beautiful, you must witness it yourself.

Plenty of photos in this article. These, and a poem by Felice Mancini, on the next page.

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