Day 7, Part Zwei (Yin)
When I grow up, I want to be a pumpkin
yours, specifically,
larger than life
On this 7th day, 7 things to be grateful for(oh, how to choose...) :
1.Falling asleep with an ethereal dreamworld painted on your retinas: a fantastical landscape painting of rich colors, leaves in mid-shift, deep wetness of rain (the smell of damp wood lullabies your brain) Sliding under the covers clothes-less, rumble of thunder rocking your full-to-the-brim psyche to a slumber
I can feel you here.
2. Awaking to an undiluted joy like no other and gorgeous emails (immediate excitement&anticipation upon eyes opening), then opening the blinds to find a literally breathstealing sight you were not expecting: a golden shower of light from just post sunrise, bathing the whispering lushness of treetops in hocus-pocus against the backdrop of a flawlessly streak free cerulean sky...
cool winds seeping in from broken screen, leaking from the illuminated tableau beyond your window
(carrying the thaumaturgical beauty inside and filling you with a reverence and awareness-almost painful-of how lovely life is)
Captain. You rock my boat.
3.Silk robes on freshly showered skin
S/he: division of self and soulmate
4.Delicious Pho soup walking distance from your house, chocolate non-pudding to wash it down, and for extra measure...best friend tutors
In the darkness, there is no distinguishing you from me, the space between
..everything blends together, we become one another
5. Mutual masturbation= reciprocal door opening, newfound appreciations, influential inspiration- release that sets you free
I'd like to sit inside that head
...of yours and have a tea party.
6.Trying to sing Diana Ross
Studying= no sleep for me, but i'll sneak away to go get tangled up in the dream weaves above your bed
7.Loving the feeling of thinking nonstop about someone, craving their voice
Nothing will ever be the same,
Love's the best sensation
hiding in the lion's mane
So i'll clear the road, the gravel
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer when you laugh
and love is the scene i render
when you catch me wide awake
and love is the dream you enter
though i shake and shake and shake you
and love's the best endeavor
waiting in the lion's mane
When I grow up, I want to be a pumpkin
yours, specifically,
larger than life
On this 7th day, 7 things to be grateful for(oh, how to choose...) :
1.Falling asleep with an ethereal dreamworld painted on your retinas: a fantastical landscape painting of rich colors, leaves in mid-shift, deep wetness of rain (the smell of damp wood lullabies your brain) Sliding under the covers clothes-less, rumble of thunder rocking your full-to-the-brim psyche to a slumber
I can feel you here.
2. Awaking to an undiluted joy like no other and gorgeous emails (immediate excitement&anticipation upon eyes opening), then opening the blinds to find a literally breathstealing sight you were not expecting: a golden shower of light from just post sunrise, bathing the whispering lushness of treetops in hocus-pocus against the backdrop of a flawlessly streak free cerulean sky...
cool winds seeping in from broken screen, leaking from the illuminated tableau beyond your window
(carrying the thaumaturgical beauty inside and filling you with a reverence and awareness-almost painful-of how lovely life is)
Captain. You rock my boat.
3.Silk robes on freshly showered skin
S/he: division of self and soulmate
4.Delicious Pho soup walking distance from your house, chocolate non-pudding to wash it down, and for extra measure...best friend tutors
In the darkness, there is no distinguishing you from me, the space between
..everything blends together, we become one another
5. Mutual masturbation= reciprocal door opening, newfound appreciations, influential inspiration- release that sets you free
I'd like to sit inside that head
...of yours and have a tea party.
6.Trying to sing Diana Ross
Studying= no sleep for me, but i'll sneak away to go get tangled up in the dream weaves above your bed
7.Loving the feeling of thinking nonstop about someone, craving their voice
Nothing will ever be the same,
Love's the best sensation
hiding in the lion's mane
So i'll clear the road, the gravel
and the thornbush in your path
that burns a scented oil
that i'll drip into your bath
the water's there to warm you
and the earth is warmer when you laugh
and love is the scene i render
when you catch me wide awake
and love is the dream you enter
though i shake and shake and shake you
and love's the best endeavor
waiting in the lion's mane
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