Bistro Bijou

[Homburg]

Well yeah. Ask anybody.

And actually I was just going to do the leg-humping that is a Tuesday tradition. But if you'd like me to pimp you out, I suspect there's enough leg-humping to go round... in fact I was going to make sure it was clear that Tuesday Leg-Humping is open to anyone.

Not mine, though. I'm busy getting this Linzer torte out of the oven. Hey. Quit that. I mean it. No I am NOT giggling. I do NOT giggle.

*humphumphump*

Yeah. Heard it all. Sounds quite suspiciously like a dodge in all cases. But who am I to argue - that particular cock has been one of the bright spots in my day for quite some time...

bj

I love hearing things like that. So does He.

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Your ropes are taking me to funny places

I have no fear of the future
for it's the past that holds this
imprisoned soul.
Curling tendrils of memory
staunch and suffocate,
some misted, some stark charred,
burn where they touch.
Tying painful knots, cracked
but holding still.
Paint peeling festering sores
locked away, breaking free
to haunt.

Shit, I have no idea the form for responding to stuff you like around here.

*dons the beret and snaps some applause*

Rawr.

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That's what I thought of--Caprese salad. I was back home in Jersey this past summer (eagleyez's first trip there--we drove through New York City with the jazz station blasting; home sweet home ), and I stopped at every farm stand to buy tomatoes. Fresh Jersey tomatoes (lol this is pornographic for me), and I took him to an Italian deli in Princeton and we got homemade buffalo mozzarella in olive oil and fresh basil. Some sea salt and fresh pepper. Semolina bread. It was heaven.

Mouth... watering....

Dammit, stop with the mental bell-ringing. My shirt-front is getting wet.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

That's what I thought of--Caprese salad. I was back home in Jersey this past summer (eagleyez's first trip there--we drove through New York City with the jazz station blasting; home sweet home ), and I stopped at every farm stand to buy tomatoes. Fresh Jersey tomatoes (lol this is pornographic for me), and I took him to an Italian deli in Princeton and we got homemade buffalo mozzarella in olive oil and fresh basil. Some sea salt and fresh pepper. Semolina bread. It was heaven.

See, that's all you need. Yum. Total enlightenment.

As to olives, I respect those who eat them. To me they are mostly toys. I get a serious moment of neato when I can talk someone into putting those really big ones on all their fingertips and waving them around. I don't know why, but I just think that's totally hilarious. But since I'm against wasting food, I must wait for people who are willing to then EAT the actual toys, which I am not.

It's one of the few completely non-sexual compulsions I have.

Try the Reckless Eyebrows. I've got some lovely fresh bread to dip in the leftover oil. And doubtless there will be volunteers to lick your fingers...

off to cause trouble. Someone finish off the last of that chocolate torte - I don't want to have to find a place in the fridge for it.

Leg humping is postponed til tomorrow cause I ran out of time. But feel free to indulge amongst yourselves. You'll be accused of it no matter what you do anyway... *grin*

ciao,

bj

 

[Angeline]

See, that's all you need. Yum. Total enlightenment.

As to olives, I respect those who eat them. To me they are mostly toys. I get a serious moment of neato when I can talk someone into putting those really big ones on all their fingertips and waving them around. I don't know why, but I just think that's totally hilarious. But since I'm against wasting food, I must wait for people who are willing to then EAT the actual toys, which I am not.

It's one of the few completely non-sexual compulsions I have.

Try the Reckless Eyebrows. I've got some lovely fresh bread to dip in the leftover oil. And doubtless there will be volunteers to lick your fingers...

off to cause trouble. Someone finish off the last of that chocolate torte - I don't want to have to find a place in the fridge for it.

Leg humping is postponed til tomorrow cause I ran out of time. But feel free to indulge amongst yourselves. You'll be accused of it no matter what you do anyway... *grin*

ciao,

bj

My kids always loved to do that with olives when they were little (the kids lol, not the olives). Stick one on the end of each finger and turn them into puppets for a few minutes before they ate them. We were weird but happy: Adams Family meets Waltons. Goodnight Fester, Goodnight Thing.

My boyfriend has reckless eyebrows. Reckless Irish eyebrows. I keep telling him he's headed for Tip O'Neil eyebrows and fortunately for me he finds this very funny. He has a soul patch, too, and tonight I noticed a reckless little hair there.

Maybe I'll just sprinkle some shredded mozzarella and olive oil on him. Now there's a warming thought for a cold winter's night.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

My kids always loved to do that with olives when they were little (the kids lol, not the olives). Stick one on the end of each finger and turn them into puppets for a few minutes before they ate them. We were weird but happy: Adams Family meets Waltons. Goodnight Fester, Goodnight Thing.

My boyfriend has reckless eyebrows. Reckless Irish eyebrows. I keep telling him he's headed for Tip O'Neil eyebrows and fortunately for me he finds this very funny. He has a soul patch, too, and tonight I noticed a reckless little hair there.

Maybe I'll just sprinkle some shredded mozzarella and olive oil on him. Now there's a warming thought for a cold winter's night.

Braised Poet in Olive Oil

Baste poet lightly in scotch, or the alcohol of its choice. Set next to a heat source and cover with praise. Grease selected appendages with olive oil and serve over either buttered noodles or sheets the color of fresh bread. Revive, several hours later, with antipasto, including fresh mozzarella.

Serves 2 to 6, depending on the flexibility of the poet.

...and quit distracting me. I have to go do work now.

see you tomorrow, you delicious creatures.

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Are you all asleep now? sighs and wanders by the jazz quartets podium and goes to rifle through the fridge. Aha at least that's still well stocked (but this broad is broad enough) and the bar also but as the sun isnt over the yard arm yet I will leave well alone. I really must cook today chocolate cheesecake I think. Hey I am going to a Ball saturday night .. dinner with all the usual speeches and dancing later so I doubt you will see much of me all day (I will be in the hairdressers)

 

[champagne1982]

Spiralled whorls of shining cord
strung thick around glorious curves.
Shhh, don't speak. Watch
blood draw mottled delight
on flesh with ropes stretched
tightness determined by each breath.
Ohhh, yes darling. Moan
happy thrills with raised down.
Your spine becomes a pathway
for this line of coarser strands
twisted up against the lines of qi.
Hmmm, my love? Bound
up in desire and need, secure
wraps just right for comfort
but if we pull and loosen this one-
Yesss, I'm ready.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Omgggggggg put like thattttttttt I could get into this rope stuff .......

 

[Angeline]

Darkroom

In the darkroom he works quietly
as if alone, padding back and forth.
It’s a small space, but he moves
easily in confidence he checks
the time he adjusts the emulsion.

Careful man.
Methodical.

Spacing prints just so,
studying images, thinking
of balance, thinking of ambiguity,
the contradiction of light and dark,
and the gray border blends of these.

“Why is there pain in pleasure?”

His low voice is answered
in the sibilance of her breath.

He rises before her.
His eyes traverse the silk
of her silk, the silk of her skin,
the curve of her hip poised
straining to maintain her balance
of heel to floor.

The drape of her wrists bound
above her
the purple grosgrain
lying in petals against
the ivory grace of her still hands.

‘Why is there liberation in control?”

he says arranging the swath of her hair
in shining complement to her breast.

He caresses her cheek,
sets her face aside the outstretched arm,
and smiling tenderly
their eyes meet.

He traces her smile
behind the leather
and whispers

“Why is this love?”

 

[UnderYourSpell]

oh Wow

 

[Angeline]

oh Wow

I didn't just write it. It's a few years old, but I thought it'd work in this thread after seeing Champ's poem.

You've been writing some gorgeous stuff lately.

 

[Homburg]

Spiralled whorls of shining cord
strung thick around glorious curves.
Shhh, don't speak. Watch
blood draw mottled delight
on flesh with ropes stretched
tightness determined by each breath.
Ohhh, yes darling. Moan
happy thrills with raised down.
Your spine becomes a pathway
for this line of coarser strands
twisted up against the lines of qi.
Hmmm, my love? Bound
up in desire and need, secure
wraps just right for comfort
but if we pull and loosen this one-
Yesss, I'm ready.

Just. Like. That.

You've done this before, haven't you? If not, would you like to?


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Darkroom

In the darkroom he works quietly
as if alone, padding back and forth.
It’s a small space, but he moves
easily in confidence he checks
the time he adjusts the emulsion.

Careful man.
Methodical.

Spacing prints just so,
studying images, thinking
of balance, thinking of ambiguity,
the contradiction of light and dark,
and the gray border blends of these.

“Why is there pain in pleasure?”

His low voice is answered
in the sibilance of her breath.

He rises before her.
His eyes traverse the silk
of her silk, the silk of her skin,
the curve of her hip poised
straining to maintain her balance
of heel to floor.

The drape of her wrists bound
above her
the purple grosgrain
lying in petals against
the ivory grace of her still hands.

‘Why is there liberation in control?”

he says arranging the swath of her hair
in shining complement to her breast.

He caresses her cheek,
sets her face aside the outstretched arm,
and smiling tenderly
their eyes meet.

He traces her smile
behind the leather
and whispers

“Why is this love?”

By the end of this piece my mouth hangs slightly open at the completeness of this image. My goodness.

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These pieces are pure arousal. Thank you both for posting them.

*fans himself*

 

[UnderYourSpell]

I didn't just write it. It's a few years old, but I thought it'd work in this thread after seeing Champ's poem.

You've been writing some gorgeous stuff lately.

Well keep doing it you just blew my mind!

And thankyou very kindly but I can't string the words together half as well as some seems to me they only drift out when I am feeling neurotic ..... it's funny it's as if there is 'something' there waiting to burst out and astound you all but then it slips away again

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I can see I'm going to have to get a bigger fridge if y'all are going to be this fabulous and prolific.

Homburg's right. Those pieces are HAWT. I've been trying to write rope poetry for years, with very little success. Maybe I'm just too close to it.

Leg humping for this week is extended to Unbridled_Passion. UP is another poet who impresses me with her willingness to just do the work, to write regularly and without a lot of drama or navelgazing. I can count on UP to have always awakened at least one or two threads so that when I come in here I have something new to look at. And more personally, UP's av's are often very, very hot.

Leg-humping is also offered to UnderYourSpell, who must find it terribly frustrating that we're all in bed already right when she's ready to play. I've felt similar things, being a day person in here and often leaving just as folks are getting here in the evening. Yet despite the time lag we can count on UYS to wander in, be adorable, leave nicely solid poetry and patiently wait for our north american asses to get out of bed to respond.

She's also being very very patient about the fact that I haven't gotten her prologue done yet. So this is very much a twofold schmooze. I'm scrapping the Chaucerian couplets in your case. You're just not iambic, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Iambs are so... common...

As I've said, I don't have to be the only one humping legs. If you see someone whose work is being less noticed or less appreciated than it should be, or someone who deserves a nice bump, by all means join right in.

There's so much sexy growling going on in here today that I thought Our Man Tom might be a good musician to invite to the bistro tonight.

I did a Radio Free Jezebel set of his stuff a while back. I love this man.

welcome, all. Today, quite randomly, is seafood day at the bistro. I've got fresh steamers for you northeastern types, and a nice salmon with dill sour cream sauce.

yum. And that's not just about the food.

bj

 

[Homburg]

I can see I'm going to have to get a bigger fridge if y'all are going to be this fabulous and prolific.

Homburg's right. Those pieces are HAWT. I've been trying to write rope poetry for years, with very little success. Maybe I'm just too close to it.

I've got to say again, wow, both of those pieces are just dead hot. Obviously they speak to me rather pointedly as a rope jockey and restraint-happy Top, but they're both just smokin hot regardless.

I can honestly say that this is the first time in my life that I've been sexually turned on by poetry, and it happened twice in the same day.

I really can't gush enough. Thank you both.

welcome, all. Today, quite randomly, is seafood day at the bistro. I've got fresh steamers for you northeastern types, and a nice salmon with dill sour cream sauce.

yum. And that's not just about the food.

bj

I could totally use some salmon will dill sauce. It's my favourite accompaniment to salmon.

I'll be over at the end of the bar with a cigar, a few candles, and a bag of rope.

 

[Shankara20]

Hi baby!

Kansas is a lovely place, you know...

bj

and FULL of talent

 

[Angeline]

I've got to say again, wow, both of those pieces are just dead hot. Obviously they speak to me rather pointedly as a rope jockey and restraint-happy Top, but they're both just smokin hot regardless.

I can honestly say that this is the first time in my life that I've been sexually turned on by poetry, and it happened twice in the same day.

I really can't gush enough. Thank you both.





I could totally use some salmon will dill sauce. It's my favourite accompaniment to salmon.

I'll be over at the end of the bar with a cigar, a few candles, and a bag of rope.

You're welcome. It's really gratifying to me when someone reads something of mine and can erm feel the sensual imagery that a poem can convey. My intent with that poem was to create an image that delivered the way a photograph would. And be hawt. And you said it was. So it worked.

And I have been a totally lazy butt today and don't feel like cooking tonight. So I'll just have a little of that salmon.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I've got to say again, wow, both of those pieces are just dead hot. Obviously they speak to me rather pointedly as a rope jockey and restraint-happy Top, but they're both just smokin hot regardless.

I can honestly say that this is the first time in my life that I've been sexually turned on by poetry, and it happened twice in the same day.

I really can't gush enough. Thank you both.


I could totally use some salmon will dill sauce. It's my favourite accompaniment to salmon.

I'll be over at the end of the bar with a cigar, a few candles, and a bag of rope.

I do like to enjoy a good cigar while I'm being tied up.

What kind you got? And did you bring one for yourself?

bj

 

[Homburg]

I do like to enjoy a good cigar while I'm being tied up.

What kind you got? And did you bring one for yourself?

bj

I brought a few. I like faster smokes, and have found a nice little Arturo Fuente Maduro just last night that I like. It has a spicy taste, fullness, size, and lasts just the righ amount of time for a cigar that I would smoke along with an activity. Billiards for example, was what I enjoyed with that particular cigar. Later, when I was doing naught else but watching the lovelies, losing myself in the music, and smoking, I had a cameroon robusto. I believe it was a Fuente as well.

The pinnacle were the three boxes of rather illegally imported Cuban cigars that a friend brought back from a trip to the Middle East. Sex, pure and simple. I got nicely high off the nicotine content, a bit of cognac, and very good companionship in a friend's bar. Something is very right about sitting in an almost private lounge off the back of an intensely good German restaurant, with a stomach full of incredible food, a glass full of good hooch, and the world's finest cigars.

Now, have a seat somewhere decorative, and we'll preserve the position by applying some hemp.

 

[Angeline]

I brought a few. I like faster smokes, and have found a nice little Arturo Fuente Maduro just last night that I like. It has a spicy taste, fullness, size, and lasts just the righ amount of time for a cigar that I would smoke along with an activity. Billiards for example, was what I enjoyed with that particular cigar. Later, when I was doing naught else but watching the lovelies, losing myself in the music, and smoking, I had a cameroon robusto. I believe it was a Fuente as well.

The pinnacle were the three boxes of rather illegally imported Cuban cigars that a friend brought back from a trip to the Middle East. Sex, pure and simple. I got nicely high off the nicotine content, a bit of cognac, and very good companionship in a friend's bar. Something is very right about sitting in an almost private lounge off the back of an intensely good German restaurant, with a stomach full of incredible food, a glass full of good hooch, and the world's finest cigars.

Now, have a seat somewhere decorative, and we'll preserve the position by applying some hemp.

I once smuggled Cuban cigars out of Tijuana for my ex father-in-law. I walked past the border patrol with those cigars in one pocket and little tequila bottles clanking in the other. And the guards just smiled and waved me through. Boy, couldn't do that today.

 

[Homburg]

I once smuggled Cuban cigars out of Tijuana for my ex father-in-law. I walked past the border patrol with those cigars in one pocket and little tequila bottles clanking in the other. And the guards just smiled and waved me through. Boy, couldn't do that today.

True that. It's a sad thing too.

I had someone tell me last night that you need a passport to enter Canada from the US now. This country is well and truly a mess if that is the case.

I need sexy rope magic poetry to get the stink of government off my brain.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/moonduck/warning-fascism.jpg

 

[Angeline]

True that. It's a sad thing too.

I had someone tell me last night that you need a passport to enter Canada from the US now. This country is well and truly a mess if that is the case.

I need sexy rope magic poetry to get the stink of government off my brain.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v472/moonduck/warning-fascism.jpg

It's true. I live rather close to the Canadian border and there are often news articles or letters to the editor from locals (U.S. citizens) complaining about the often hours-long wait to cross the border, while passports are checked, background checks are performed, etc.

 

[Homburg]

It's true. I live rather close to the Canadian border and there are often news articles or letters to the editor from locals (U.S. citizens) complaining about the often hours-long wait to cross the border, while passports are checked, background checks are performed, etc.

Ugh. We were planning a trip to Niagara this year, and were hoping to pop over into Canda for shopping (even with the crap exchange rate).

Uncool

 

[unpredictablebijou]

and FULL of talent

oh so true, so true. We do try to be modest, but sometimes the rep gets out...

Good to see you, sweet. And o yeah, thanks. I did put up a dessert menu for you the other day but allow me to add this gingerbread. Got an attitude, but very tasty.

You're welcome. It's really gratifying to me when someone reads something of mine and can erm feel the sensual imagery that a poem can convey. My intent with that poem was to create an image that delivered the way a photograph would. And be hawt. And you said it was. So it worked.

And I have been a totally lazy butt today and don't feel like cooking tonight. So I'll just have a little of that salmon.

I've found some success imagining an photo or painting and doing my best to describe it exactly.

Little fresh asparagus with lemon-butter to go with that salmon?

I brought a few. I like faster smokes, and have found a nice little Arturo Fuente Maduro just last night that I like. It has a spicy taste, fullness, size, and lasts just the righ amount of time for a cigar that I would smoke along with an activity. Billiards for example, was what I enjoyed with that particular cigar. Later, when I was doing naught else but watching the lovelies, losing myself in the music, and smoking, I had a cameroon robusto. I believe it was a Fuente as well.

Now, have a seat somewhere decorative, and we'll preserve the position by applying some hemp.

ooo. how bout this fainting couch? Or maybe just up on the bar?

I once smuggled Cuban cigars out of Tijuana for my ex father-in-law. I walked past the border patrol with those cigars in one pocket and little tequila bottles clanking in the other. And the guards just smiled and waved me through. Boy, couldn't do that today.

For my 40th birthday, I ran a bubble bath and put on my cowboy hat and smoked a big fat seegar in the tub. There are some very amusing pictures.


bj

 

[Angeline]

Ugh. We were planning a trip to Niagara this year, and were hoping to pop over into Canda for shopping (even with the crap exchange rate).

Uncool

Sorry. I don't have anymore rope poems. And I just wrote a dead possom sonnet in another thread, so I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to do another at the moment. Or maybe just not in my right mind.

 

[Homburg]

ooo. how bout this fainting couch? Or maybe just up on the bar?

The fainting couch will do nicely. One leg over the edge, foot dangling just so, and let the heel of the shoe slip... Just like that.

For my 40th birthday, I ran a bubble bath and put on my cowboy hat and smoked a big fat seegar in the tub. There are some very amusing pictures.

That does sound like good fun

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Sorry. I don't have anymore rope poems. And I just wrote a dead possom sonnet in another thread, so I don't think I'm in the right state of mind to do another at the moment. Or maybe just not in my right mind.

S'okay. I can reread the previously posted ones. They're worth revisiting.