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By jackryhme Date: 2002 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.25.06.04.1789]] |
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I woke this morn from a nightmare 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 topped a little hill, fell to a heated plain. Mirror blackness far as the eye, heated blood temp to frozen feet moon so solid in the sky with the milky way in full flight... on a strange and rock-less plain i stood to help her regain her feet when 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 'neath 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... able once more i sought my bride with choking fear but there, still too far away, was she, stranded in the center, stuck on top of an up thrusting column a solid basalt shaft 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 her from above 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 a hard incessant one that you 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... 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 shafted 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 magama 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... |