Have you ever craved something for a year, or more? Something you have tasted before, sinister yet sweet and “just” out of your reach?Then it comes but instead of furiously gulping it down and ravaging the remains you treat it in a manner that it’s perfection and delicacy requires.
That craving abates when it arrives because this thing, this beautiful, languorous thing soothes you. It speaks to you in perfect , soft unwavering tones and washes over you with subtle yet enormous gratification, unyielding in its perfection.
So it begins, it’s quiet yet tender and beautiful caress, exists solely to soothe your craving. My particular craving of a cinematic treat that has been so close yet so far out of reach.
Has come to me, come home to me to rest to sleep and to caress my inner cinephile with impeccable sardonic,blissful,beautiful mesmerizing imperfection.
Only lovers left alive
Thank you Jim Tilda Tom & John
Your film is so whelming that it has inspired me to unashamedly publish dreadful poetry, Bravo & encore.