Wednesday, August 30, 2006

This is me--camping in Port Alberni. Posted by Picasa

22 comments:

Anonymous said...

Still as pretty as ever. Miss you.

poesy said...

I think I might miss you too but I'm not sure who you are. *smile*

Anonymous said...

I can never forget that pointy little nose and those ample thighs under the pale of the moon that night.
(bessous, ma copain)

poesy said...

*blush*

Anonymous said...

I didn't think I could make you blush :)

Anonymous said...

All right you two, dish!

poesy said...

*looks at anonymous*

Perhaps it's an affliction of expectation?

Anonymous said...

Or an affliction of another kind.

poesy said...

affliction, perhaps. insinuation, suggestion, ignition, almost for sure. nominalization, certainly.

Oh captain, my captain.

Anonymous said...

Do I feel some R Kelly on the horizon?

"No more hopin’ and wishin’
I’m about to take my key and stick it in the ignition"

poesy said...

"Drive fast, speed turns me on.
She put her hand on my knee,
I put my foot on the gas..."

Anonymous said...

"I will always been there!,
Pain will always be here!,
Fighting for every point.,
With PAIN in the knee joint!,
Tears wont hold me back.,
This knee means no jack.,
I will pass you the ball, if it means i pass out from the pain.
I am your libero,
Pain sweat tears,
wins loses
NO MATTER I'LL BE THERE,
Bad knee and all."

poesy said...

the point of over stimulation has been achieved. *laugh*

Anonymous said...

True.

And now for stimulation of another kind, please?

poesy said...

Do I have to beg?

Anonymous said...

Well, you did say you were a "goddess on her knees." It's only fitting.

Anonymous said...

I still miss you!

poesy said...

breathe my name to the winds and maybe I'll hear your call.

Anonymous said...

Or maybe I'll just call you. Have you still the same number as before?

If it's changed, then it all has changed.

poesy said...

yes.

poesy said...

Change is inevitable; desirable; expected and welcome.

my number starts with a six and ends with a nine--inbetween the space to lose my sense of time; to fall, free of form.

Anonymous said...

Have you recently viewed that parcel I post upon with "american eyes"?

With puzzling proficiency, I pummel the polished pond.