By it dosent matter
Date: 17 September 2000

i awoke {from a dream?} thinking

i woke this morn from a night mare i think?
me and my luv we was as children yet full grown
leaving a heated house to play in the snow
me in my silk p.j's her in her silk and satin pinuore
all else bare as we chased each other through the freezing snow
till we toped a little hill and fell to a heated plain
mirror blackness far as the eye, heated blood temp to freezing feet
moon so solid in the sky with the milky way in full light,
on a strange and rock less plain i stood to help her up as an earthquake
shook and shattered, leaving glowing cracks in the mirrored blackness.
i fell away from my future bride,
tried to stand when the blackness started caving in
stumbling staggering forced back and back again as the blackness fell away
to reveal beneath my feet a cauldron filled with savage heat
back and back without thought
forced was i till i reached the edge
of a mighty bubble finally broke
finally able once again
i sought my bride with choking fear
but there, still too far away, was she, stranded in the middle
on an up thrusting column of solid basalt rising high from the middle
of that heated hell .The last support of this perished bubble,
the edges of which i still remained
deep in the bowels of this newly opened pit
seethed a churning pool of magma
glowing evil, glowing red ,
with the air rising in shuddering sheets of blistering tract
shimmering mirages blasted my way
with my poor love caught so hard in the middle
yet the rising heat for now was her salvation
for it pulled the arctic air to center
in one manner defeating the churning mass
in another im sure it was living hell .
forced to stand on the narrow column
the heat blasted under her robe
as the arctic chill froze the top
so her top was as ice while the heat blasted below
i looked fast around but nothing to reach
as i felt the earth shudder and start to speak
a low moan more felt than heard
deep incessant  one that u could
feel deep in your bones more than hear
and it set to with a rhythm a slow grinding rhythm
starting soft like a hum felt
then building to a teeth clenching moan
like the magma was reacting to the tide of the moon
this then was bad for me
but the cauldra shaped and redoubled the efforts
back towards my love
then i was forced to watch her
as she stood
her hair moving like a flame
playing with the heat from below and the ice above
standing tall and firm on that narrow column
her eyes soft glazed but ecstatic
her satin night gown shimmering to the rhythm of the earth
she seemed to be absorbing the heat from the earth
as well as the ice from the air
and the rhythm of the earth was becoming hers
then she took the fateful step
took another
was by my side
and i awoke
thinking
desperately thinking
  
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