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The spiders spin silver silk nets,
to collect the dawn's tears of joy.
And I walk along emerald grasses and sunbeams.
My fingers trail through oceans of dew,
collected in the leaves' cupped hands.
And my toes explore overgrown forests.
The sun pries apart the leafy canopy
with eager fingers,
peering down on us inquisitively,
I smile up at it blissfully,
"The Sun's come to say good morning, my darling." I whisper,
and my hand caresses my bare stomach.
A hidden orchestra of colourful birds
sing us a song,
muffled by the audience of leaves.
It's almost lullaby-esque,
the sun warming my skin,
the music drifting between the trees,
and I lower us to the ground.
Mossy fingers reach up to welcome us,
a bed from the Earth cushioning my body.
The dew cools my sun-kissed cheeks,
and worn toes,
as I let my eyes flutter closed.
The sun beats down on them, still,
painting bright masterpieces on my eyelids,
and my hands cup themselves around my belly once more,
"The Sun shines for you,
the birds sing for you,
the trees sway for you.
And I, like them, would do anything for you, my darling."
My words to you are as quiet as the sweeping breeze,
that begs to play with my hair.
Your response is no more
than a few subtle movements beneath my hands,
but I know you've heard me.
My heart swells,
and the Sun watches on contentedly,
as I coo your name to the birds
in our utopian haven beneath the trees.
to collect the dawn's tears of joy.
And I walk along emerald grasses and sunbeams.
My fingers trail through oceans of dew,
collected in the leaves' cupped hands.
And my toes explore overgrown forests.
The sun pries apart the leafy canopy
with eager fingers,
peering down on us inquisitively,
I smile up at it blissfully,
"The Sun's come to say good morning, my darling." I whisper,
and my hand caresses my bare stomach.
A hidden orchestra of colourful birds
sing us a song,
muffled by the audience of leaves.
It's almost lullaby-esque,
the sun warming my skin,
the music drifting between the trees,
and I lower us to the ground.
Mossy fingers reach up to welcome us,
a bed from the Earth cushioning my body.
The dew cools my sun-kissed cheeks,
and worn toes,
as I let my eyes flutter closed.
The sun beats down on them, still,
painting bright masterpieces on my eyelids,
and my hands cup themselves around my belly once more,
"The Sun shines for you,
the birds sing for you,
the trees sway for you.
And I, like them, would do anything for you, my darling."
My words to you are as quiet as the sweeping breeze,
that begs to play with my hair.
Your response is no more
than a few subtle movements beneath my hands,
but I know you've heard me.
My heart swells,
and the Sun watches on contentedly,
as I coo your name to the birds
in our utopian haven beneath the trees.
Literature
Consume
I feel the weight
of your words,
or lack thereof,
crushing my
every thought,
devouring every
moment of joy.
-Brian Shuffett
July 25th, 2010
Literature
Recoil
A watchful eye
lingers in your
corner, dwelling
upon the essence
of your elegance.
Oh lustrous deity,
a fear encompasses
my weary heart,
a fear that you will
distance yourself
from my open door.
So swiftly does the
wind blow it shut,
forever blinding me;
no longer may I
behold thy beauty.
-Brian Shuffett
July 30th, 2010
Literature
Depredation
Drain the life from me,
for my eternal flower
has withered away.
No nectar dwells within
and you have ceased
to blossom in my heart.
You are entangled
like an unruly weed,
and I would rip my
own heart from chest
if it would but rid me of
the discomfort you breed.
-Brian Shuffett
July 12th, 2010
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Just another dream of mine. Suprisingly, another happy one. I think I'm liking these happy dreams.
Sorta got me thinking...Utopia is really only a state of mind, isn't it? I dunno what I'm talking about...
Yes...couldn't think of any suitable titles...This one is just so... Any ideas?
Sorta got me thinking...Utopia is really only a state of mind, isn't it? I dunno what I'm talking about...
Yes...couldn't think of any suitable titles...This one is just so... Any ideas?
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This is quite relaxing.