Sunday Morning ...

*le sigh* Sometimes Sunday mornings are peaceful & contented. Sometimes they just remind me what's missing.


Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning

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"Sunday Morning" ~ Maroon 5

*HUGS* imp.

That's the second time in 24 hours you've reminded me of a song with so many memories attached to it.

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you

For years, my sunday mornings were Chai, and Adrienne Rich. I need to find a new ritual.

I that Maroon 5 song.

Memorize Me
by Alessia Brio©

stilled life in darkness poised
repose under the raspberry blush
of a veiled aperture

dawn's kiss parts draped night
bringing day in diffusion

pierced by the shudder speed
of stilled loving;
a shutter sped on vocal lengths

breathless interlude captured;
freeze framed in naked contrast
and ambient wonder

tastes of shadow and sunlight
on sheets and skin
in the peppermint blink of mind's eye

forget not
the monochromatic simplicity
seen through passion's lens
on a stolen Sunday morning

Timeless
by Alessia Brio©

First light peeks through the drapery sheers, appearing as a raspberry blush through closed eyelids. Their pale bodies lie atop the soft taupe bedspread, naked limbs entwined in a deeply sated slumber. Lance smiles softly without opening his eyes, remembering that the woman he loves is—against all odds—finally by his side. His beard is still redolent with her essence, and his hips ache with the memory of passion lasting far into the night. Into the pre-dawn hours, if truth be told.

Truth. If defined as the absence of pretense, he muses, then their love is most assuredly true. Truer, in fact, than any bound by the arbitrary constructs of sin and salvation. Call it destiny, if needs be, or call it lust. Both may be true, but neither matters when the silky skin of her thighs rests atop his groin. Their rhythmic union declares itself beyond the reach of definition, of mere words—timeless in its systolic perfection.

Gwen stirs—whimpers as if an unpleasant dream disturbs her sleep—and he kisses her forehead to smooth her brow. The ding of an elevator carries through the heavy door, accompanied by muffled voices from another realm, another reality. The wheels of a pulled suitcase echo as retreating hoof beats against the ridges of the tiled corridor floor. Distant sounds of morning traffic filter through the thick panes of glass high above the city streets. Reminders of a world to which they must soon return. The dual spells of duty and honor, cast upon their souls, would ne’er allow them to remain in this sheltered escape. Their power trumped all else.

He is painfully aware that the universe may have but one such night set aside for them, and it is not without grave risk to their lives, their loves, and their cause. Yet her insistent kisses vanquish all doubt. Her hot tongue upon his cock eclipses even the threat of death, and her velvet touch rends his very soul. There is no price too steep for this moment—no grail too dear. In their stolen embrace, only now exists.

Opening his eyes, Lance drinks the sight of her face. Fair lashes rest against porcelain cheeks still flushed with sex. Her breath teases his mouth, and he moves closer to inhale the air once inside her—as if in so doing, part of her will forever be in his blood. She smiles in waking as his tongue then traces the outline of her lips, and her eyes—bluest fields deep—slowly open to the morning.

The purity of her gaze falls upon him, and he gasps in wonder. She can speak volumes with nary a word, calm raging storms of doubt, and keep the poison chalice of fear from his lips. There is both peace and passion in those eyes, and when they hold him, he wants only to swim in their depths for all of tomorrow. That such unparalleled comfort coexists with burning desire is ever a source of awe, and Lance again thanks the powers that be for allowing him even one night of such bliss. To dare hope for a lifetime of it seems greedy in the extreme, yet such hope is his very oxygen.

Their kiss deepens, and their bodies move together—closing the narrow space. He feels the cold steel just as Gwen gasps. Neither recoils. They know—without needing to look—what lies between them. It has been there all along, in spirit if not in fact, and their eyes lock in silent understanding. Time’s up. The sword’s ornate handle protrudes from the mattress, its legendary blade embedded as they slept.

Their love of another brought them to this place and time, and while both feel the unavoidable shame of shared betrayal, neither regrets their union. To deny such passion would be to insult life and, in so doing, forfeit the divine magic in one’s soul. Better to at least attempt flight—soaring ever so briefly with the warmth of the sun on love’s wings—than remain ever tethered to the earth. Better to have at least glimpsed the heart’s true Camelot than never know such beauty. They are now one, and no matter where life’s currents take them, it will always be thus.

And so, as one, their fingers grip the shaft to extract the blade, and they read the words engraved upon it. Timeless words for a timeless quest. On one side: Take Me Up. On the other: Cast Me Away.

Wonderful... You are so brilliantly talented. I cannot help myself from reading it again.

I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

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from The Invitation ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest
intentions has died away on the wind,
dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale
of the breath that is breathing us all into being,
not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

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from The Dance ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.

There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.

You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.

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from The Call ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Adi87 said:

Wonderful... You are so brilliantly talented. I cannot help myself from reading it again.

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Thank you. I'm just feeling out loud today.

impressive said:

Thank you. I'm just feeling out loud today.

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I'm enjoying it. *HUGS*

:hugs: I completely understand. I woke up this morning and felt whole once again. Unfortunately, I can't get out of my mind that she'll be leaving all too soon. She's laying next to me so peaceful and contented, it's hard to imagine being alone again.

S-Des said:

:hugs: I completely understand. I woke up this morning and felt whole once again. Unfortunately, I can't get out of my mind that she'll be leaving all too soon. She's laying next to me so peaceful and contented, it's hard to imagine being alone again.

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*hugs*

Maroon 5, Secret. Soooo sexy.... and plays right after Sunday Morning.

Watch the sunrise
Say your goodbyes
Off we go
Some conversation
No contemplation
Hit the road

Car overheats
Jump out of my seat
On the side of the highway baby
Our road is long
Your hold is strong
Please don't ever let go
Oh No

I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
Ohh can they keep it
Oh No they can't

I'm driving fast now
Don't think I know how to go slow
Oh Where you're at now
I feel around
There you are

Cool these engines
Calm these jets
I ask you how hot can it get
And as you wipe off beads of sweat
Slowly you say "I'm not there yet!"

I know I don't know you
But I want you so bad
Everyone has a secret
Oh can they keep it
Oh No they can't

I know I don't know you
But I want you soooooo baaaaaaad
Everyone has a secret
Oh But can they keep iiiiit
Oh No they caaan't

Imp is fortunate she's not hungover this Sunday morning.

impressive said:

Imp is fortunate she's not hungover this Sunday morning.

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I was thinking the same thing about sarahh.

Morning, beautiful.

sweetsubsarahh said:

I was thinking the same thing about sarahh.

Morning, beautiful.

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Morning, sexy!

I never get hangovers, but they say thats cause I'm a baby yet. I was pretty snockered last night.

Most hangovers are just dehydration anyway. Maybe you drink enough water during the day to keep them to a minimum?

TheeGoatPig said:

Most hangovers are just dehydration anyway. Maybe you drink enough water during the day to keep them to a minimum?

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Very true. I'm on the 3 litre/day plan (minimum), which I imbibed before I started on the wine yesterday.

I also (surprisingly) had the sense to take 2 aspirin & a B-complex with a full glass of water before I crashed last night ...erm ... this morning.

Sigh...no longer Sunday morning, but I remember what it felt like to be that way with someone.

SG

impressive said:

*le sigh* Sometimes Sunday mornings are peaceful & contented. Sometimes they just remind me what's missing.


Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
"Sunday Morning" ~ Maroon 5

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I love the repetition. Almost reminds me of some Robert Frost poem, - Walking on a snowy evening or something. I meant to post earlier today, but had to run and enjoy my Sunday morning.

I particularly love this line:

Change the weather still together when it ends

and mainly because I love same line rhymes that are out of structure with the rest. I dunno - I get off on it because I am not all fond of end rhymes. (sorry)

I also loved this:
Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands

Simple, yet so evocative. To me it reads so innocence, finger painting and exploring anew and I love it.

Anyhow, I thought this might be like like a long ago Mat thread where we all evocatively describe our Sundays.

S-Des said:

:hugs: I completely understand. I woke up this morning and felt whole once again. Unfortunately, I can't get out of my mind that she'll be leaving all too soon. She's laying next to me so peaceful and contented, it's hard to imagine being alone again.

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It took me a minute to realize when you wrote this...

I was very peaceful and contented at that moment...if I recall correctly I was laying on your leg watching TV...you were typing away on the PDA...

*sigh*...I hate trying to get used to sleeping alone after being spoiled on cuddles for nearly a week...I need a smaller bed!

kiten69 said:

It took me a minute to realize when you wrote this...

I was very peaceful and contented at that moment...if I recall correctly I was laying on your leg watching TV...you were typing away on the PDA...

*sigh*...I hate trying to get used to sleeping alone after being spoiled on cuddles for nearly a week...I need a smaller bed!

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embrace the pain and use it as motivation.

Belegon said:

embrace the pain and use it as motivation.

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Good advice, Bel.

I still say I need a smaller bed...or a bigger body pillow...