daydreamin

Sometimes I dream about what it would like to all - everyone I know and like - be somewhere nice together, somewhere cruisy and intimate, somewhere where we are all our most beautiful, vital, happy and good humoured. Where we would sing soul together and dance in dark crumbly rooms decorated with furnishings that are made by hand and meaningful. Where we would cook together and laugh. Where we would be still and contemplate the new fruit that we pick still cool from the tree in the morning. But especially the dancing and singing, being together and enjoying each other’s company without shame or fear, without envy or criticism, without proving or provoking, each of us the best we can be, each of us satisfied, sexy, whole, alive, being and dying, suspended for this moment between birth and the grave, with no to do lists or agendas, an improbable bunch of star-dust dancing with twinkles in our eyes.