Thursday, September 13, 2007

My beloved, good morning!  How I miss you my dearest. I am to you, utterly. Fermented every my being  into my  blood cells, blotches  and  weave into  my flesh and lay upon your green fertile land,   where your pounding  steps steps are the  sweetest essence  love.  Upon my breasts and my belly, seated ghosts from centuries in a lilac hills you planted seed in my spring.  The bride of wild and engulfing air of certainty, lure into gorges, valleys and towns and every lover’s land for our love.  Cropping plants, Vines, smelting nest of orchard field, the hungry airway of grassland, reined moon shades, pillar  of golden sun. I am readily spurring your quaintly yielding  eloquence seeds.   I will wear your blue, golden and red wheat field and the cropping tiara.  Grace of river bank and upstream of seashore.  Landing vines of nodules to the wafting  seasons.  Your seed deeply rooting into my breasts, backbone and upon my face, and into my belly to the rushing crops.  Beating tropes of leaves and choired vines against wheels of wild flowers, blooms a ruling crimson melodies upon lovers lips. For you my beloved, I am ploughed fertile soil. Love you my beloved. Miss you my beloved. Happy day and happy fly back to home my beloved. 7:00am 12/09/2007   7:01:55 AM