there's no comprehending
just how close to the bone and the skin and the eyes and the lips you can get
and still feel so alone (and still fear relating)

Ingredients:
1 comfy couch
1 pot of tea
1 warm blanket
1 flirtatious little breeze
1 pot of homemade soup on the stove
1 good book (I was rereading the latest Harry Potter. Hey, it was that or Animal Physiology, and I wasn't quite in the mood for "mechanical properties of the heart," m'kay?)

Optional ingredients:
buttered toast
purring cat
clean laundry, folded
rich sensation of existing in a web of love

This is not my response to yogidancer's meme-tag, but it's interesting we were in much the same space today. :-)

Re: the current music, I am astonished at how many times I've heard this song over the years and never really gotten the theme of it until recently. It seemed like a series of events that never quite hung together. Now it seems to be a series of snapshots of a doomed love affair ("We just come from such different sets of circumstances") that nonetheless leaves both parties changed ("this flame you put here in this Eskimo.") It's really resonating this week.