Picture Love

You are out in the field among the rolling pumpkins, ripe, bright orange, playing hide and seek under and among broad scratchy leaves, tethered by roping vines.

You are reaching over the fence, sharing your crunchy banana chips with honey colored horses and your granola bar with goats wearing powdered cocoa coats, comparing your beard to their beards in your snapshots, your smiling eyes as blue as the clear sky, with no chance of rain.

You are sitting among the fallen rocks under cliff edges brimming with forest, ledges winding and sliding, letting go of whole trees that rest against shifting, trickling earth, in front of shallow caves; you sketch the waterlines and horizon as surfers wade into the embrace of waves, explaining the long board, the balance, the buoyancy and the timing to me and I attempt to picture loving anything or anyone more than I do right now, here with you, as if I could dare myself to snap out of it, as if I’d never risked falling.

I am all about the falling. Could care less about landing, but you ground me sometimes and that’s when Tide pools and starfish, sea urchins, anemones, green glowing moss spill across your hand torn paper, your wooden pencils lining the tin box perched on your lap.

Your hands break apart sandstone into flat, fat slices, thick as challah, sweetness with substance, the sound of your voice expounding, and subduction sounds like seduction in my ears. And I love you.

Official music video for ”Beneath Your Beautiful” by Labrinth feat. Emeli Sandé https://labrinth.lnk.to/listenYD Watch more videos by Labrinth: https://labrinth.lnk.to/listenYD/youtube Subscribe to the official Labrinth YouTube channel:https://labrinth.lnk.to/subscribeYD Follow Labrinth: Facebook: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/face… Instagram: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/inst… Twitter: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/inst… Website: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/webs… Spotify: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/spotify Lyrics Would you let me see beneath your beautiful? Would you let me see beneath your perfect? Take it off now girl, take it off now girl I wanna see inside Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight? #BeneathYourBeautiful #Labrinth #EmeliSandé #ElectronicEarth
Beneath Your Beautiful (Radio Edit)
Artist
Labrinth
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My Mr. Sandman Dream

You fall asleep under your wide wicker hat; a
long fallen tree, sun bleached white and grey as gulls, battered by waves
for your pillow,
The contours of your body fitted to the earth, supported and held
by every grain of sparkling sand, you sink into the warmth, your
breathing rhythmic with the tides, pulling back to expose hidden treasures, 
rushing forward to fill up all the empty places,
caressing and smoothing, pressing and rippling; 
our dream is made true
when you sit up and smile because we are really here.
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Dreams
Artist
The Cranberries
Writers
Noel Hogan, Dolores O’Riordan
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Happy Anniversary to my husband, best friend and lover, who has explored and discovered and walked this planet earth with me the whole time. Life began with you.

Sweet Tides at Haystack Rock…

Neptune with Sea Foam and Haystack Rock” (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

The day after you cut down the noble fir tree and Tom said he hoped it would snow, I asked you to take me to the funky lesbian-owned pet store on Division, so I could pick out a fish. The store was hot and muggy and smelled of living creatures, longing to escape their glass tanks and see-through plastic carriers. Children accompanied their parents through aisles of box turtles and geckos and snakes and all of the rumble fish were lethargic but one.

I told the punk-rock cashier girl that I was naming him Neptune and she said he was mighty handsome.

“Neptune with Sea Foam” close-up (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)

We took Neptune to the coast and explained to the people that came up to learn what we were doing on the beach, that this was his first time returning home, and everybody looked at my tiny fish looking out at the enormous ocean, and agreed he was something special to see, here, of all places, where Haystack Rock juts from the crashing waves, skirted in fog until sun breaks illuminate her deep green peaks and landings.

You shouted out to me, how the tide was coming in fast, as I lied on my belly and steadied my shot, and then you scrambled to rescue Neptune’s jar, and the camera I held, as I kneeled in the waves, caught off guard and suddenly soaked, trying to run before I was even standing,

ending up laughing with you laughing with me too.

And I told you how unexpected and wonderful to be embraced by the ocean and brought into playfulness without effort all because of a tiny fish who flares his face like a sweet pea blossom, feeling like a firecracker.

Neptune with Sand (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay (February 2020)
The Thievery Corporation “Sweet Tides” (Music Video) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose. ft. LouLou Ghelichkhani, “Sweet Tides” is the final track from Thievery Corporation’s album “Radio Retaliation,” which saw release on September 23, 2008 through the band’s ESL Music imprint. // Support the band and GET RADIO RETALIATION // https://thieverycorporation.com/radio… // CREDITS // Staring: LouLou Ghelichkhani Music by: Thievery Corporation // LYRICS // It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Looking back on the days, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Now I’m staring inside, just wanna be free Through the love in your eyes Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… It took so long, for me to realize How strong your heart is And all this time, my mind was working In strange ways Sharp turn, my mind is a blur Slow passage through the air Looking back on the days All over your mind, just wanna be free Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of… Sweet tides, pools of love Your eyes are full of…

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You…

“Sand Love” (Valentine photo) by Kay Jay (February 14, 2020)

I opened my eyes in the early morning darkness to you wanting

to hold me and we stayed

in bed until the sunlight came up when we could see each other smiling.

We never wanted to get out of bed,

while we talked about not being able to wait to get back to the ocean and we kissed

before You poured me coffee, before you showered, while I read your poem

that said when you looked into my eyes you felt safe.

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S(h)and Prints

I don’t wonder, “Who is gonna hold my hand?”

Our hands reach out for each other when

ever

where

ever

we climb up hill and

we pull

each other

to the top, some peak,

sum

summit

sometimes breathless

sometimes straining

sometimes complaining

but we make it

because we are holding hands. . .

I don’t gotta wonder, “Who is gonna hold my hand?”

Our hands find each other in the dark

along forest paths where the moon beams fail to penetrate

where

we trust our footsteps

from all the times before

no matter what changed

or changes

until we find that lamp light

when you asked

for my hand in marriage

and I said

yes.

I don’t gotta wonder, “Who is gonna hold my hand?”

Our hands hold fast

when I get the call

that explains my mom is in the hospital

and how you say everything will be okay

just by giving my hand a squeeze

and I know, no matter what

happens,

we made our hand prints

for all of time

and no ocean can wash them away.

S(h)and Prints” (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photograph by Kay Jay, December 2019
The Whitney Houston “Worth It” (Music Audio) is being featured here on Stitched in Stone for NO Commercial Purpose.

“ChickiBoom Strung”

“Seagulls” #1 (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photo by Kay Jay

Got one boot off

barefoot

kicking through waves

that would roll me under

and pull me away.

See that sun going down?

She’ll be back

to warm the shore,

where seagulls flock

and hop a couple of times before running

into flight,

impatient

with the focus of my camera lens. And if I should get carried away

without a reliable raft,

if back floating only filled my lungs with salt

after it passed through my cracked lips,

He’d toss me a glass bottle message:

drink the rain. . .

Saw me off a branch from his olive tree just to send me something peaceful

I can cling to

sow the driftwood

becomes the tree he grew, to carve into the stories,

Whispers of stormy winds around his lighthouse

love

and how he is driven to pull his bow across my gut strings

just to listen to me sing. . .

An empty cigar box strung into pluck and strum and I become his ChickiBoom.

“ChickiBoom in Bed” (Cigar Box Ukulele created by Sony Feldberg) photo by Kay Jay, December 2019
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Beach Combing. . .

Sea Stars among anemones” (Cannon Beach, August 2019) photo by Kay Jay

A garden of sea stars clinging to the same rock

as if cradled among aggregated anemones

that more truly await the return of the tide to submerge them

so they may open hungry;

Raggedy yet elegant, under salt water,

some kind of looking glass dahlias

fragile green as summer katydids

with no one the wiser to their predatory nature. . .

My lover pokes his finger into the soft tugging and says, “watch”

and I witness the longing

that can not be satiated nor understood by its own instinctual embrace,

Paralyzing to a lesser prey

so soon consumed.

He kneels in the sand to sketch our heart chakra rock,

that living rock

that changing rock

that sings at certain times in the morning

when he is still asleep and I am the only one making footprints in the sand,

walking along the shore

with circling grey-blue silver-white gulls and their speckled brown beggar offspring who’d ask the local crows for a hand out

if only they would oblige. . .

Our mecca

no matter the weather

He captures shapes quickly on his torn Arches

and promises to paint in the colors

later. . .

How his hair is the same as the gradients of gold

that darkens under the tide’s constant measure

and whitens where the sands bleach dry, closer to home. . .

The crinkle lines around his eyes, smiling

some sun rays

and the clouds so like his beard, puffy above

the folds of his dark blue denim, his broad shoulders

jacketing the distant hills in forest

and he turns to me

to look me in the eye

and he says, this is the place that makes lovers wanna kiss.

“Tide Pool Sea Star” #1 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #2 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #3 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Green Sea Anemones” (Cannon Beach Tide Pool) photo by Kay Jay
“HayStack Rock” (Cannon Beach) September 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay