The only hour more hushed is three a.m. and I am not a fan of three a.m

Guilty Pleasures is a novel by Laurell K Hamilton. It’s book 1 in the Anita Blake series…. One of my favourite authors… her status updates on Facebook are more often than not brilliant. Best to date:

I prefer to run meetings the way contract assassins do kills: fast, efficient, goal oriented, and with as little chatter as possible.

I wish you all the best
As you do the same to me
No matter where we roam
I know where i’d like to be

So until next year
Until we speak again
Best wishes from me to you
Hugs, your friend

In a field of four leaf clover
I couldn’t grasp what I had found
In my very own private forest
A fair dinkum faerie mound

I rubbed my eyes so many times
For I could not believe
In what was once a clearing
Stood a Sithen of the Sidhe

The grass mound that stood before me
Well it wasn’t there last week
Curiosity got the better of me
So I moved forth to take a peek

I have read so very many stories
and the fae aren’t always kind
but on that moonlit night
I think it slipped my mind

I knew I was not purely human
With my ears pointed like a pixie
but I still could not believe
That a Sithen had called to me

I lay my hand upon the mound
“Goddess, hear my plea”
the earth it gave a gentle sigh
and opened itself to me

a gentle light spilled forth
inviting me into the mound
I wasnt sure if I should go
until I saw the faerie hound

Often thought a harbinger of death
The Cù Sìth protects the weak
and there one stood before me
a giant green shaggy beast

with a thought I bid him ‘sit’
and without a pause he sat
I smiled and aloud I laughed
in my head, I thought ‘howzat!’

I knew then my life was not forfeit
the Cù Sìth would protect me
by this otherworldly creature
I was bid the Sithen to see

***this is very much a work in progress…. I have the distinct feeling its going to be an epic….

A candle flickers
A body lays glistening
Covered in inked lines
A mirror frames the scene
A slice of serenity
A moment in time

The glasses empty
The appetite sated
A truly splendid repast
The candle out
The curtains drawn
Sleep has come at last

on the phone
we are a seduction
I long for your every word
we tempt
we tease

in the sanctuary of four walls
we are lovers
and I adore you
such grand passion
such tenderness

surrounded by our friends
we are good mates
earthy and gritty
and oh so urbane

and there are times
when I don’t like you
you make me think too much
provoking visceral responses
to your verbal challenges

but no matter where we are
public or private
there is something between us
something that connects us

its all just contextual

Its one thing to love books, but I do love a book that loves you back