tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8843256889769281353.post-87750406654170656212007-06-04T07:00:00.001-07:002007-06-04T07:04:27.321-07:00<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12652631@N00/525464086/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1071/525464086_b6a95aa18d_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/12652631@N00/525464086/">Entanglements</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/12652631@N00/">Archer Braun</a>. </span></div><i>Take you in my belly<br />Sure as night is black<br />Take you for religion<br />Like the skin across my back<br />When I'm buried in your thighs girl<br />I could understand<br />You gotta tell me just for once child<br />You ain't got no other plan<br />You ain't got no other plan<br />You gotta tell me just for once sister<br />You ain't got no other man </i><br />-Chris Whitley "Kick the Stones"<br /><p><br />All things should be so ... blood simple. <br />Requiring little thought, only twisting anticipation. <br />Needing nothing but oxygen. <br />Wanting merely the soft gliding friction of a fingertip or tongue. <br />And the taste of exhausted, weary, well-worn sleep. <br /><br />For the first time in a very, very long time, there is something here worth protecting. <br />And all of it, every part and parcel, every green, growing, good thing...can be held by holding...her.<br clear="all" />Archerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16065660232880638629noreply@blogger.com