just close my eyes and move in.........

inspired by a little visit to a beautiful house that is so dam romantic I could just close my eyes and dream..................

I dream of lanterns across the outer pavement after a dinner party - joint memories of perfect lamb and grilled chicken/ sorted plates and delicate twists of artisitc reception - feta mint pastries, salmon parsley tarts, sweet chilli sauce,

Glasses of rasberry and lemon juice or .... mango funk - guava pearls - banana shake - bowls of perfectly placed fruit salads smell fresh, smell divine

I dream of little chatterings and loud communication -I dream of happy chocolate ... sitting on emerald stands - whisked by the late interlaced fighting between dark philosophy and pink shatterings of visiting women

But I

I am not listening

for I dream of velvet skies on my walls and passion sweets on the carpet -

I tread on memories stored in white cupboards and a large refrigerator

one of those two part ones that has an ice maker

I dream of a seperate deep freeze not only to freeze trouble but to save macorni prepared dishes and roast beef glazed with garlic infused oil - trouble is sound along with cream rose ice cream and fascinating ganache - it just needs melting ..... across the kitchen

floors spell my love for a house filled with sexy lights just flickering romance and bulbs of tempations

they glisten showerings of joy as water runs through the dining - vases sit proud - watching the air of my work

flowers sway to my hummed dress and black wavy silk of timeless effort

chairs could be accurately measured for their perfect lace and fine strength

yet amongst all this I am gentle

I am a part of the fairytale

it draws itself against my rugs and cushions

each cushion for a reason

each cushion is a reason

for love

I love this house

the one in my dreams

I cannot see it

I cannot touch it

but I can make it

.......

I can see myself , i can see ... things come alive from the drawings in the living room to the kitchen at 3am

I can see the love made

and the pavlovas perfectly gooey in the inside and crisp on the outside - sugar right - creamed with passionfruit? sour strawberries to break the balance ? I havnt decided yet

I can taste the exploration of tea in my tea cups and the colours on my tea pots and the matching of my tea trays and the shape of my tea biscuits and the time of my tea _ adventures

for in ths house

everything has ..... meaningless purity

it has solid imbalance

it has my tiptoes

at 4 am and 2 in the afternoon

it has my coolness and feverish lack of control

it has the man of my dreams.....

it hsa the kids of mydreams

it has te woman of my dreams that is the beginning that is me ......................