LES ORIGINES DU POLE DANCE
Ce soir, plutôt que de compter les moutons, mon esprit, curieusement, se demande si la danse autour du mât enrubanné fut le précurseur du pole dance.
THE ORIGINS OF POLE DANCING
Instead of counting sheep tonight, for some reason my mind is engaged in establishing that Maypole dancing was the precursor to pole dancing.
ESMERALDA IS WATCHING YOU
It had been one hell of party, and the ballroom was strewn with the wrinkled, ripped relics of the lavish celebration. The glass floor oozed sticky with giggle-splurted champagne, oopsied canapés, ick-spat caviar, and other all sorts of other accidentally regurgitated delicatessen.
COME FOR TEA
Today, I will detach,
Let go,
Like yet another heart-shaped golden leaf shaking loose
From the poplars with a shivering sigh.
THE MYSTERY OF THE POUTY-LIP THING (and musings on miracles)
I shall celebrate today,
Give myself a little breast-bone-rub,
With a side-dish of attitude
Involving that pouty-lip thing,
That we all tend to do when we dance.
