Where we meet to share sections of succulent tangerines, opening juicy surprises; secrets of sweetness or delicious shuddering sourness, We burst and pucker up to be undone by our own kisses.
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.
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.
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.
I’m waiting for the right words
when he comes dancing in from the cold
careful of my feet
wraps his arms around me
pulls heat from my body until I shiver
and kisses me with tangerines on his breath
covering a hint of tobacco.
We have fifteen minutes, love
to pour the grounds into the filter, a tiny dark mound
some loose across the counter, spreading out
some on the floor, slipping
some clinging to the soles of his work boots.
Pour the water to the top line
after fetching it from the faucet, splashing the sink board
some running down the cupboards
some on the floor, puddling around the soles of his work boots.
“Read out loud to me?”
I ask him, avoiding eye contact with the broom
while it’s brewing
ignoring the dust pan
the percolating and chugging and sucking in
the belching bursts of hot steam
never mind the dish cloth
when he lowers his voice
swear to god he sounds just like Barry White,
no matter the headline
it’s good news
when he rolls smooth and booms
until I laugh.
The Barry White “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” (music audio) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose.
Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group You’re The First, The Last, My Everything · Barry White Can’t Get Enough ℗ A Mercury Records Release; ℗ 1974 UMG Recordings, Inc. Producer, Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Vocals: Barry White Associated Performer, Recording Arranger: Gene Page Studio Personnel, Engineer: Frank Kejmar Studio Personnel, Engineer: Paul Elmore Composer Lyricist: Peter Sterling Radcliffe Composer Lyricist: Tony Sepe Composer Lyricist: Barry White
We live thru the thunderstorms,
the darkening skies,
the illumination of every strike and boom and all the crashing and the rolling,
and the down~
We live thru the full Buck moon;
We live thru the rise~
the record heat,
the barometric pressure of tossing and turning,
sleepless nights, kicking off the covers with our feet
and sweating the sheets
to the encompassing sound
and whirling air
of fan blades.
We live thru the tension in the air,
what is tight and withholding and impending…
And the explosive cycles
of delicate rose
all the blushing
and the hips.
- “Such Sweet Thunder” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:22
- “Sonnet for Caesar” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:00
- “Sonnet to Hank Cinq” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 1:24
- “Lady Mac” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:41
- “Sonnet in Search of a Moor” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 2:22
- “The Telecasters” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:05
- “Up and Down, Up and Down (I Will Lead Them Up and Down)” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:09
- “Sonnet for Sister Kate” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 2:24
- “The Star-Crossed Lovers” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 4:00
- “Madness in Great Ones” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:26
- “Half the Fun” (Also known as “Lately”) (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 4:19
- “Circle of Fourths” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 1:45
- Jimmy Hamilton – Clarinet, Tenor Saxophone
- Johnny Hodges – Alto Saxophone
- Russell Procope – Clarinet, Alto Saxophone
- Paul Gonsalves – Tenor Saxophone
- Harry Carney – Bass Clarinet, Baritone Saxophone
- Cat Anderson – Trumpet
- Clark Terry – Trumpet
- Ray Nance – Trumpet
- Willie Cook – Trumpet
- Quentin Jackson – Trombone
- John Sanders – Trombone
- Britt Woodman – Trombone
- Jimmy Woode – Bass
- Duke Ellington – Piano
- Sam Woodyard – Drums
- Billy Strayhorn – Orchestration
- Irving Townsend – Liner Notes, Original Recording Producer
- Phil Schaap – Liner Notes, Reissue Producer, Remastering, Research, Restoration. (No reissue retains Clark Terry’s quotation, on the original LP release, of Puck’s “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”)
- Steven Berkowitz – A&R
- Darren Salmieri – A&R
- Mark Wilder – Digital Mastering
- Howard Fritzson – Art Direction
- Don Hunstein – Photography
- Randall Martin – Design
- Juliana Myrick – Package Manager
Head Over Heels (Doin’ the Hokey Pokey)
You say, hey sweetie, I want you to listen to this song, it reminds me of you,
and you sing those lines to me before you gently place needle against vinyl,
…and when she walks she walks
and when she talks she talks…
You say, hey sweetie, you remember the walks along the delta bed we took to the wood bridge?
Past the almond tree?
Where the jackrabbit took his chances in the fields and the sparrow hawk took his dives?
How the sun forced us to stare at our footsteps,
light was louder than sound
and we gushed about the colors of stones dancing with their own shadows?
Of course I do, I say, You held my hand until you had to share with the wildflowers I picked for your Pop
I set the daisies and clover blossoms, the Queen Anne’s lace and foxglove in a jar next to his chessboard,
and I asked you to teach me about seeing three moves ahead
to protect my king.
You smile your big beautiful smile and say, hey sweetie, you’re the only one that can do the Crunge
and nobodies business can follow your
when you put your whole self in
and shake it all about...