tower of song
I had Leonard Cohen's apartment pointed out to me last night. Hey Lenny, what's up. We're keeping it real in Montreal.
I'd like to thank the city of Montreal and the gods of Internet technology for giving me last night's beautiful blind date. We made out on the 19th floor for a while, and then the 18th floor and the 17th and the 16th and got busted buttoning up our pants when the elevator door sprang open.
We stopped just short of skinny-dipping in a park with a giant pond. Later on it was the sheets that would be soaked with spring sweat.
From my point of view, I got to watch as her face turned red from her forehead down to her chin, and her neck, and then her arms from her wrists up to her shoulders. A blaze of colour that will suffice in place of a sunrise in a rainy city.
Comments
i'm sad to have to wash away your sweat from my body.... all day i've stayed intoxicated by the scent you've left behind.
i adore this post philip...
xoxo
Posted by: lindsay | June 18, 2005 06:41 PM
You have such a beautiful way with words.
A wonderfully descriptive post.
Lovely.
Posted by: The Girl | June 18, 2005 08:46 PM