Sunday, May 09, 2010

when you're alone and life is making you lonely

(us; thoroughly wonderful midwife)

hugging and kissing in public i wonder if you call it romance

we held hands tightly in the dark. romance was watching our baby being born. the baby wailed! mister woodstock thought we were lovers (an idea that almost killed us as we are on almost opposing ends of the heterosexual - homosexual spectrum). we drowned in indian ink and almonds and a coffeeshop squawk and microwaved lunches and turgid bladders and resurfaced with our baby and its kaleidoscope bits. to the liking of people, for which we feel very heartened (hearten: to give courage or confidence to; cheer) and quite surprised. now diamond-sky is in marvellously grey manteuffelstrasse and i'm going to the colourful hot desert and hopefully our baby will travel to new lands soon.

don't look back, don't look back, that's the word

1 comment:

Mrs. Lovett's (Meatpie Emporium) said...

i want to draw a heart on your belly button right now! it was an amazing feeling squeezing your hand in the dark :D