I can't tickle myself....... :(

"Solo tickle is even emptier than solo sex,"  :p

Why can't I?....welll.....

http://io9.com/5936290/why-cant-you-tickle-yourself

"Tickling binds us together in a laugh-filled give-and-take that may be the basis of all social play."

 :)

"Consider the social choreography of tickle. The ticklee may push away the offending hand of the tickler and escape, only to return, renew the interaction, and counterattack. For infants who cannot yet talk, being tickled, along with the as sociated laughter, is an entrée into social relationships with caregivers. Laughter signals ‘‘I like it; do it again!'' Crying and fending off the other person signals the game has gone too far."

:) :)

Prisoner of Truth

 

..This moment

If I could speak to you and touch your hands while my mouth confessed

I should be unable to withhold even one fragment of truth from you

and you would find yourself carrying the full burden of my revelation.

For in this moment                                                

My heart and mind do converge in a single focus

Whose concentrated desire has torn open my neat excuses

And left me pink in newborn honesty.

Just at this moment..

It is well that you are far from the reach of my fingers dear

And sleeping in a place my words cannot visit

That the weight of my love may not make of you a captive.

From Lottie Aug 2012

Pieces

For you..

Prayers with the diving sun,

Furtive petitions hidden under the blackbird’s wing.

For you..

Pieces of my heart stitched together,

Hastily stowed in stockinged feet.

For you..

Damp kisses as garlands,

Covered in clouds of steam.

For you..

Swarms of thoughts humming with virgin honey,

Around my crown.

For you..

Visions drifting in and out of heaven’s gates,

Weaving dreams behind my eyes.

For you..

A runaway piece of me,

Sleeping sound under the last stamp.

From Lottie Aug 2012

99 Reasons

You throw me smiles

You kiss my ouchies better

You inspire me to write

You know what makes me laugh

You are a feast for my eyes

You unfreeze me

Every day is a surprise

I sleep sound in you

You hear my softest whisper

You’re my first thought

You collect my notions

You taught me to fly

You can see me in the dark

Your hand fits mine

Your mouth is my fantasy

You paint my emotions

Your words make sense

You thrill me like thunder

We are the impossible

You covet my screams

You can play me with your smallest finger

I tingle when you are near

You smell like the sea

We fight dirty

Rain is our friend

Your name rings my bell

You count my heartbeats

The tip of my tongue holds your last thought

You let me hide

You have my key

I run to you

Your mind is my playground

You rev my engine

Your jokes are so wonderfully bad

Your voice is a hug

You care

Your rage has no echo

Your toes wiggle like mine

You let me in

You hold my ladder

Your light helps me see

You lick my bruises

My fingers talk about you

We add up

Us together equals home

You make my little hairs jitter

My sighs all whisper of you

Your garden has no fence

Its my favorite place

You polish my halo

I ate your words

You kill for me

Your arms are never far

We are juicy

I dream while I’m awake

You feed me the best bits

You decipher me

You decorate me

We can dance to anything

You find my song

You honey me

Your tongue burns

We giggle

Our shadows have a quantum vibe

You stop time

You absorb me

The birds approve of us

Your laughter is like wine

My feet tango to your tease

A million letters grew between us

You’re beautiful

Your pockets are full of my secrets

I’m your flower

We chase truth

You’re my fever

You move like Jagger

My favorite color is you

You clear my cobwebs

You purr so loud

I dance when you sing

Your clevers are cool

You have rainbow eyes

You don’t stop for anybody

I love your groove

You tantalize my resolve

Your walls are strong

You have effortless taste

I need you

You suck out my pain

Hope is our bed

You ignite my mojo

You explain me

You trace my circles

The last petal says I do

Nobody comes close

You are found treasure

You can fix my broken

You snuggle me

My heart knows the words to the music of your soul.

From Lottie Aug 2012

Picasso I'm not..

..but here is the result of an experiment with my art class on drawing to music. I felt like I was in kindergarten all over again :)

..and here's the music that goes with it.