Mortaine’s Blog

I wrote this villanelle for my husband today, the eighth anniversary of our first commitment to each other.
It surprises me, the way your body demands

It surprises me, the way your body demands
My attention, my affection, my womanhood, wet and warm.
What I love about you are your hands.

You heft a pack to your shoulder, go walking the lands
Without fear of gale or sun or storm.
It surprises me: the way your body demands.

I lie beside you, bare back on beach-sands.
Unbuttoned, unzipped, naked have I worn
What I love about you. Are your hands

Still moving, murmuring? Do they understand?
Sex, magic. Night-seeking, dark-streaking, a meteor swarm.
It surprises me, the way your body demands.

You encircle my finger, my heart, with your bands
Made of gold and of promises to never have torn
What I love. About you are your hands.

You swallow me completely, and my body expands
With love’s longing, sensuous, sexuous plays to perform.
It surprises me, the way your body demands
What I love about you. Are your hands. . . ?

What is a villanelle?

As noted here in , I am now a supporthelp in the General/Unknown category.

And in case you’re wondering: I feel absolutely great about it. And completely ready.

*SMOOCH!*

Just bought tickets for Les Miserables at the American Music Theatre in San Jose for Wednesday night. Yes, that’s Opening Night!!!

This will be the fourth time I’ve seen it, I think. The second time for Johnny, who took me to see it on my birthday 2 years ago. Sadly, we missed the first scene because of bad nasty traffic, which meant we missed the whole everyone-filing-into-the-theatre and the whole orchestra tuning up thing.

I’m going to have to pick a really beautiful dress to wear for Wednesday. And hopefully get Johnny to maybe wear his tux!

Ooooooh!