luna pier

A new beach for me! This little town of less than 2000 inhabitants was incorporated in 1963 and is a beachside destination for folks in Detroit and Toledo. Me? I saw the name of the town as I was traveling south and decided to visit.
How could I resist? The name lured me in, tempting my imagination, snagging my interest. Caught by my curiosity, I allowed myself to be reeled in, offering no resistance at all. And I landed on a shore arching contrapposto to its crescent of pier, linked only by a red beacon pointing skyward.
The upcoming full moon is part of the reason I ventured there. All summer, full moons have encouraged me to walk toward craziness. There's a quote somewhere about actions not taken being those regretted most and the moon reminds me that I missed an opportunity for a kiss not taken.
Perhaps, indeed, no kiss was intimated that evening three months ago. Perhaps I was besot with the moonlight and jellyfish lightning and merely imagined the taste of kisses in the air.
Perhaps.
I do know the thought of missed kisses has brought many a bout of insomnia and cast a restlessness on my spirit. And every month, as the moon waxes full again, I lose myself to crazed longings.
How ridiculous.
No more!
Besides, I've already pledged big kisses and not yet delivered.
And I am a woman of my word.

one thousand times

Today, a favorite song by Wolfgang Press is on my mind. I do so love the lyrics, whther sung by them or Sir Tom Jones. 'Tis a nice song just before bedtime, you know? So, with no further ado, here it is.

A Girl Like You

You go to sleep
I want to sail in your head
And when you speak
you know you got to make sense
You want to say that it's me you know best
I said a girl like you
she was born to be blessed

My hands are yours
you can take them from me
And take my mouth
I - I have nothing to say
You want to fly to some other place
I said a girl like you
she was born to be kissed

Born to be kissed
one thousand times
and your mother too
one thousand times

You wanna say it
you say you long to be free
but when you fall
you want to fall back to me
You want to fly and that's no disgrace
I said a girl like you
she was born to be blessed

My hands are yours
cause I don't know how to pray
and take my mouth
I - I have nothing to say
And lift my heart to a higher place
to a girl like you
who was born to be kissed

Born to be kissed
one thousand times
and your sister too
one thousand times

one thousand times
and your mother too
one thousand times
your sister too
one thousand times
a girl like you
one thousand times
one thousand times
here comes the sun
here comes the sun

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Quite lovely... I'm going to watch the video again now.
Later!