Saturday, February 18, 2006

Two hours between sleep and awake.

Five am: your voice in the hum of the ceiling fan.

Over my left shoulder: frozen history, not too distant, framed by that very curve, punctuated by those very freckles. Sunset-silk wrap. Slips. Pupils so wide, what iris remains?

On the right wall: phantasma-gallery of the regrettably fictitious. Italian restaurant, countlessly mine, as if in a dream. Chianti I can't drink. Eavesdroppers. A cab ride, the ferry. Inky harbor, floodlit statue. Your hand just above my knee.

Above me: a ceiling painted with you.

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posted by Jill at 10:59 AM

17 Comments:

  • Sometimes those quiet introspective moments are the hardest to shake.

    By Blogger trueborn, At Sat Feb 18, 01:19:00 PM 2006  

  • I love the imagery in this post, Jill. Many a time I have painted the celing...with him.

    Beautiful.

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Sat Feb 18, 08:45:00 PM 2006  

  • Very sexy. That was no snide remark, either: I'm not channeling my little red persona at the moment. Beautiful work, Jill.

    By Blogger The Grunt, At Sat Feb 18, 11:07:00 PM 2006  

  • I got to take a cold shower after reading this. Great, now I can't get that Train song Cab out of my head again. I blame you Jill.

    By Blogger Egan, At Sun Feb 19, 04:43:00 AM 2006  

  • That was totally hot. You will surely get your muse with pieces like these.

    By Blogger Momentary Academic, At Sun Feb 19, 09:00:00 AM 2006  

  • Thank you all so much! I didn't realize my insomnia would result in such titillation. Perhaps I ought to not sleep more often. ;)

    By Blogger Jill, At Sun Feb 19, 11:47:00 AM 2006  

  • I just wanted to tell you Jill that this post has had a profound effect on me. I keep coming back to read it...

    By Blogger ChickyBabe, At Sun Feb 19, 06:03:00 PM 2006  

  • Thanks, hon.

    By Blogger Jill, At Sun Feb 19, 11:13:00 PM 2006  

  • I took this post completely literally and it freaked me out.

    This post is like impressionism, in that I only know what it means to me and I'll never tell anyone in case I'm wrong.

    I love the pretty colors, though.

    Hello, Jill.

    By Blogger scott, At Mon Feb 20, 10:22:00 AM 2006  

  • Hello, Scott. You don't really think I chopped someone up and painted my ceiling with blood and squishy entrails, do you?

    You've just given me an idea. Thanks.

    By Blogger Jill, At Mon Feb 20, 01:17:00 PM 2006  

  • I also took this literally!

    My first thought was, goodness she must be really upset.

    I guess that says something about me...

    By Blogger Travel Italy, At Mon Feb 20, 02:11:00 PM 2006  

  • By the way, my idea does NOT involve bloodletting or entrail-squishing, just so we're all clear.

    Travel Italy, thanks for visiting. If you don't mind me inquiring, literally how? Because I am so stuck in my own words, I can't envision a more literal way to interpret them. Except, maybe the bloodletting. I would find it fascinating to hear what this post brings to mind for other people.

    Scott, you've already indicated you won't be sharing, but if you change your mind, I'd love to know what you were envisioning.

    If anyone else wants to jump in, I'm all ears. Or eyes, or whatever.

    By Blogger Jill, At Mon Feb 20, 03:32:00 PM 2006  

  • Hmm, I read that all as late night desire, but, in my head, the man in question was there with you, his shadow looming large on the ceiling and pictures of the two of you on the walls reflecting that, too.

    But, what do I know?


    The only other picture I can find on short notice that's full-length is up now, Jill. Thank you for playing along! ;)

    By Anonymous Network Geek, At Mon Feb 20, 07:45:00 PM 2006  

  • Nicely done Jill. I like how you can say so much with so few words.

    By Blogger Steph, At Mon Feb 20, 10:08:00 PM 2006  

  • I think you might be looking at cats through the window of a floating italian resturaunt that serves bad wine. Also, there's some pervert trying to get fresh with you at the next table, and there's an older couple listening to you everytime you get a call on your cell.

    Am I close?

    No? I didn't think so.

    This is an awesome post though...thanks.

    By Blogger toadman, At Tue Feb 21, 03:33:00 PM 2006  

  • Interesting interpretation, as usual, Geek.

    You're so sweet, Steph. I hope my comments make you as warm and fuzzy as yours make me!

    Wow, Toadman, that was a great trip, too. ;) Cats and a floating restaurant, huh? Nice.

    By Blogger Jill, At Tue Feb 21, 04:07:00 PM 2006  

  • why when i'm between sleep and awake i feel like i'm floating

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At Sat Apr 22, 06:20:00 AM 2006  

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