Sleep…Goddess
Sleep…. It’s night time in the Garden of Good and Evil. The faint scent of jasmine and orchids bless the night air with a life all it’s own. This is your place…your time to dream and every whispering thought builds the lovely painting around you. Can you see the wings of the pixies as their stardust trail litters the ground with faint luminous footprints?
They drop upon the cooling streams you are so fond to explore as you’ve done many a time. Shedding the mantle of the ethereal for that silky raiment of pale glistening skin that so enraptures me with its very touch. The water as always moves round you like a second layer of skin it’s mirrored surface reflecting the stars…The stars your ever-blossoming thoughts. The moon as bright as the water’s surface and as potent as the rushing orgasms of the ocean, your sister self.
This is always where we go after the day is done and I shed this skin for trappings of my ethereal self. Then we are truly ourselves. We can become one intertwined within each other’s limbs and bind the souls together in an instant of creation’s fire.
Ah that sensual…sexual fire from which there is no escape. There is nothing so like the abandon of death as that instant of letting go and falling into the abyss coiled with another.