ELYSIAN FEELS

Imagine

Making love

In the muscodine groves,

Under a pinkening sky…

Our bodies are blended.

The Keruvim dance,

In the flowering wreaths

That encircle our heads…

Eternal life, this way.

When it’s you and me,

What the fuck really matters?

We bathe under the umbra,

We spend Summers on Saturn.

We rub each other down

To the sound

Of cicada chatter.

I give you the sweet fruit

I know you pine after,

And you bless me

With the melody

Of saccharine laughter.

You are the Desert Rose

Flowering in Heaven,

Whose bloom consumes

And is rooted in fire…

I’m just the spawn

Of the Great CrawDaddy.

You snatched me on up.

And you brought me higher.

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