02-14-10

Infinite existence lived out in a kiss. embodied by a touch of your lips. Silly bedroom games like booty shake, awkward dances, and let's strip. You the green goddess smoking your splif and me the steel driving mortal hoping for a glance. Your beauty wisdom ten fold my might. Existence is boundless. Loving bliss. Christening this. Not emotionless. Not a swing of that or this not yours or mine called fist. Loving endless boundless. I am not thine enemy. Please don't let me be. Not lonely not only. A man in solitary existence. Dreaming of a kiss the touch of her lips his earth goddess. with sword in hand and might on his back he lowers his impervious shield and takes offense against the world and chains to reach his herbal queen. This is not dreamed up home but a metaphor for reality.