{turquoise and blue lace}

Well. . .Alexi, Jack, Ray, David, Ben, Xavier and the boys from The National and I are all having a wonderful time with some red wine. These are men after my own heart. They definitely move me, every time, and I think these nights are some of my favorite. I still haven't done anything to organize myself for moving though, which is problematic, but I keep getting distracted. All I know is that the bathroom might be turquoise, or blue lace (I think that's what its called).

So anyway, since I can't get enough of Alexi, here is my favorite of the bunch. . .

and this is also pretty exquisite if I may say so. . .

{thank you Le Love}

This is an awkward post. But in the spirit of being a sap, I'm going to share this poem I wrote, which I'm feeling bashful about for sure. Its been years since something flowed this easily though so here goes. . .

Over my dry chianti
I admit
I sort of fear what you're already opening in me.

This poem
could be proof.

And those moments I had to close my eyes
to absorb the impact
could be proof of blooming too.