a marriage of ecstasy and nostalgia

Lie down in a bed of lilies with me. In silence. My soul wants to talk to you- how do I taste, how do I grow? Is it an honor to taste me, to lay with me? The sky, custard yellow and so pure, so fair. I can smell the water inside of the grass. Life. Inhale. Let my hands speak to your hair and they will reveal my secrets. The air introduces such a fine and delicate mist; gossamer tulle upon my face. Bittersweet dandelions tickle my skin. My eyes slowly roll in ecstasy. Might I consume you within and without? I’ve said enough, but my hands… My hands, oh god. My hands want to paint the world upon your body. I’ll ignite your soul; a love like this does exist. When we part, tell your soul to cease calling me. I can hear it….