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June 22

Daily Wisdom

 

Daily Inspiration

 

JANUARY: Dark Night.
FEBRUARY: Depression.
MARCH: Transformation.
APRIL: Emergence.
MAY: Creativity.
JUNE: Passion.
JULY: Love.
AUGUST: Harmony.
SEPTEMBER: Ethics.
HOME.
OCTOBER: Wisdom.
NOVEMBER: Reflection.
DECEMBER: God.

Celeste Foley

“Livin’ La Vida Loca”

~ Ricky Martin

"Her embrace was an immense press/ To print him into her bones/ His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace/ Where the real world would never come/ Her smiles were spider bites/ So he would lie still till she felt hungry/ His words were occupying armies/ Her laughs were an assassin's attempts/ His looks were bullets daggers of revenge/ His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets His whispers were whips and jackboots/ Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing/ His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway/ Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks/ And their deep cries crawled over the floors/ Like an animal dragging a great trap/ His promises were the surgeon's gag/ Her promises took the top off his skull/ She would get a brooch made of it/ His vows pulled out all her sinews/ He showed her how to make a love-knot/ Her vows put his eyes in formalin/ At the back of her secret drawer/ Their screams stuck in the wall/ Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves/ Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop/ In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs/ In their dreams their brains took each other hostage/ In the morning they wore each other's face."

                    Ted Hughes, "Lovesong"