I Love My Dynamo Hum
Posted on Feb 15th, 2008
by 
kcidybom
kcidybom
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for February 14, 2008:
I love the bottomless basket of goodies that is my life, a cornucopia of kindly conundrums, inky contexts, and lavish gifts.
I love kisses landed on my brow as softly as a butterfly alights on a quivering leaf, and kisses hungry for the yielding of my strength. I love the misty touch of a lover's breath in the night and the feel of a razor scraping the stubble from my cheek. I love my daughters Julia and Lily; I love them with a burning father-flame that consumes my soul and spits it back out renewed, Phoenix-like. I love memories I have not yet had, and those I have. I love that I cannot quit love and that it has never quit me. I love the feeling of love. I love people who spare me, people who bare me, and people who bear me. I love people who friend me and people who love me. I love my dynamo hum. I love mud from a week in the woods and hot-shower pink when it's all over and it's all done. I love embraces and smiles and nodding knowing. I love eyes. I love the smell of humanity, the scent of a woman and the salt of a man. I love being torn apart by a lover's subtle inquisition. I love that love is a vast and pacific sea and I can swim anywhere I want and never, ever, drown. I love that love begets love love love and that love is in infinite supply and that love needs no cracking plant. I love the words that buzz around me and I love that they can sink away to zero and leave me to it. I love lavender and eucalyptus. I love the feeling of empty anticipation after I am cleansed and how my toe feels long after I have stubbed it on a root. I love the timelessly soft insinuation of light through my eyes, voice through my ears, and music through my every pore. I love delicious dallying and the dance and to dance. I love with words and touch and song and silence. I breathe the wispy smoke of love through my nostrils and love permeates me. How can it not?
With apologies to Frank Zappa for the spontaneous transmutation of his song title, and to Robert Zachery for borrowing from his poem about love begetting which he read to friends at his birthday party.
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July 2008 
And your love burples up into a big smile on my face this cold and snowy morning…. I love how you love…. Me too!Jane
you may just snag a few squeezes with this entry dear Albert…btw, is that a Sears poncho you're wearing…..
delightful!
Fucking beautiful Albert…that first word not a profanity…dynamo hum nada…nothing like love to get that humming thrumming….J xx
I'm so happy to burple up a smile for you Jane. I love that you love how I love…;-)
I accept the squeeses Tom, thank you. And very funny on the poncho, but a simple umbrella will do - hehehe.
Thanks Nicole. Did I mention I also love the word delightful? Very sweet of you.
And Jon, no, there is nothing quite like it, quite like love, is there, quite like the thing that gets the humming thrumming?
Love you all….Albert
I love love love this post!
And I agree with Jon, fucking beautiful and that shouldn't be a profanity anyway in any usage (I mean, what is that about? We make up words for our sex parts and our sex acts and the stuff that comes out of our bodies then we call the words “bad”…how lame is that? Why don't we just wear big signs saying “I'm terrified of life and pleasure”?)
“I love the bottomless basket of goodies that is my life, a cornucopia of kindly conundrums, inky contexts, and lavish gifts.” Yes yes yes yes yes.
I'm glowing Jeannie. If I were a cat I'd be purring and weaving crazy figure eights around your feet. Oh what the hell - purrr…purrr…purrr. But since I'm 27.3 miles away I'll leave the weaving to a closer loom (Hey! Flash, come here!) I love you too. Purrr…purrr…purrr…;-)
I heard this before I saw it … first it was whispered, then spoken softly and then with a day long windstorm from the east (the big winds always come from the east around here) your words came knocking on my door.
“I love that love begets love love love and that love is in infinite supply and that love needs no cracking plant. I love the words that buzz around me and I love that they can sink away to zero and leave me to it.”
Your words sink into my soul and grab me there.
Thank you …
Love this …
yah, love you.
Wow, my purr moter is going into overload. I may need to get a purr prothesis implanted. Thank you so much Peri. Stay tuned for the next whisper…love you back.
all I can say is wow. i am thinking of copying this and saving it to read when I feel like it, jen
Be my guest jenni. Secret? I print a lot of blogs to read. Yeah, I know that's wasteful, but I like the feel of the paper in my hands. Thanks….
I'm writhing with joy at all the weaving in figure eights of purring and the humming thumming … No subtle suspirations of inadequate love here. I'm scratching the walls with the rest of you cats.
I love love love this post too and I love how everyone else responded!
WoooWooo on the love love love thang. Back at ya all.
Signed … The purring twisty figure eighty guy.
yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! yum. yum. yum. and tiddley pom too.
llllllllluuuuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvvvvvvvv this. love it! mmmmmmmmmmmm hhhhhhhmmmmm.
thanks.
-d
Dawn - Isn't it great that we use 'yum' when we talk about love or food? A reminder maybe that each provides vital sustenance. So thaaaaaaaannnnnk you for the reminder.
I just like it cause it rhymes with hummmmmm, maybe? ;-)
yum and hum are both perfect words to describe love and this exquisite tribute
hum is what your heart does, yum is what your tum senses…
dynamo post. love every line.
Thanks Jena. The heart and tum allusions are uber cool!