Happily Forever After

The sights are in lavender's and florescent green,
The mind drifts sweetly amongst raspberry and violet blue
The heart swims free, in the deepest red you'll ever see
The body floats atop vitality
The soul sways forever more

There's a thousand voices all around
yet only a few do your ears command
precious melodies made just for you
forever and always
eternally sharing it's life
the heartbeat of a melody
breaks free the chains of darkened night
allowing love's symphonies to sing it's purity of light

It's a place, like none other
where aromas stretch endlessly
through gusts and gales it's scent sets sail
ever reminding you of nourishment and care
instilling the memories of those times, those special
times, when it was never a question, as to whom cared

For all seconds yet to stir
internal visions embrace
the pleasures that result
from tactile bliss,
from the soft caress of a silkened skin
to those warm hugs you loved as a child
and those tender touches, tame to wild
and in such moments, nothing frays thin
when enrapt from the sensations echoed from a kiss

Where linguae mesh, merge and blend
a thousand pleasures primed to taste
sugary sweetness of nature's fields to
the mixtures made in combination, the
texture and the savoring, the nibbles and
the bites, only the favorable, where sustenance is birthed in fun,
where excitement builds into orgasmic scenes
every delectable moment wrapped into one

all life a-rest in balance
where harmonious sensations breathe within
from the parallel to the plane
a recumbency just the same
Supine and prostrate
prone to rejuvenate in relaxation's ease
internally flowing waves of pleasure's seas
to the soft blades of grass, to which the mind
forever wishes such moments to ever last

Perfect ideas swell in thought
enticing memories realized each waking set
where the purities intrinsic to your own beliefs
dance hand in hand with the fantasies and the dreams

All the senses make the one
heaven's breath breathed upon
the never-ending coda, the most beautiful songs of the swan
connecting the familial to the holy, that natural to the societal
ever joined in perfect companionship, always aligned in this, your
most blessed of blessings, forever immersed, forever alive, in
this newfound universe that you once did all you could to fight and stave, that's since become
a world that only ever feeds your soul with passion and love
an idyllic dream you wish and pray to forever stay, alive
with all perfections living as one, never alone, never far
from this sense of God's everlasting glow

Charles Miller is hosting Meeting the Bar over at D'Verse, and has prompted us to write about a world unlike our own.  I really enjoy world building, and have wrote many pieces with intricate settings, but for whatever reason, tonight, after rereading Charles' excellent write-up, I instantly grew full, with the thought of the perfect universe of the afterlife.  And while, not 100% fitting to the theme, I thought the muse should not be denied.  And that, is the backstory.

Please head on over to D'Verse, read Charles' excellent intro, check out what world's the other's have shared, and while there, perhaps you too, will become inspired to create a world of your own, but please do share when you do.

Tactile Agony

The hollow Oak, that unseen hand,

At a distant slope, in an obscure land,

Caress our every hope-filled memory with

Theories of identity which border the

Insanity, the delusional solemnity our clones afar

Leave us with an inner battle, over what is real and which is dreamt,

Erodes every absolution we’ve come to know,

Allowing sin to reemerge and reengage,

Growing in a wavelike

Overthrow, of who we are, and what we stand for,

Nearly, completely, dissolving all the truths, we’ve held dear,

You are left alone, questioning your own identity

A Tactile Understanding

Tonsils swollen

Tongue bitten

Words fail to appear

Yet in my throat they are still,

Their tone, once violent,

Has now repealed,

They blame epiglottis

As the lungs expand

In disillusion

Towards an effort, a goal

Whose breath shall not breathe the scent of air

Skin ashen to sight,

To touch, smooth despite the pattern,

The softness reveals,

As the hands clasp my wrist,

Exerting warmth,

Your attempt to comfort,

Your way to console,

Yet when fingers quickly unlatch

And your body rigors in repeal

A point I’ve feared for very long,

A coldness, bloodless feeling, I’ve often dwelled upon