Monday, April 3, 2017

Lurid Florid

I lay myself down between the pale ivory pillars of heaven and taste the fruit of the goddess.

I draw my sword and brandish it at her whimpering slave. I raise my blade to her sky and slumber between the mountains.

My waves break against her shore, her sunrises and sunsets bring us to Paradise. Her sapphire stars twinkle at me as I feel my hurricane breath.

My bridge is bathed in her salt-sea as she crosses her own chasm. Her fire bends with sound and my storm breaks.

I crawl into her garden and get lost in her rosebushes. She climbs up my tree and wraps it tight her grace.