66245, yeah (sigh) visions Posted by Ezzsential, Thu Mar-29-07 12:37 AM
Open up the sky and shine light through the holes- I am needing to be touched...
My bloodstream the fountain of love waves that curl under the moon and luster at high pitch. Winks windchime- and eyelashes are tassles. Skin is the milk of mother- stirring the windmills of plush to a cotton embryo-housing creation. Circlig hands are all over my body-cup my head for support-running their fingers through my hair. Two engaging bodies at standstill-becoming one- turning on a pottery machine. Willows blow in the air and fields that we run in for miles- and turn and turn- dropping on the earth's face-exploding with laughter.
With each passing vision a fairy-dusted breeze collected me and passed me into another...dropping me there- to experience-like the ghost of past christmas...
shouldn't say it all or it will be taken stolen by the Devil God's my only vacation