My Real Earth Loves Her Safe Hold
Large patches of gravel were dry. Snow was pock-marked with large pores. The lake of ice glistened and shined. A roar rumbled from the north, as traffic made its way on the dark road. Shadows were long and slanted at 10 o’clock. It was 11:24. Her mountain of love was well lit, a green steeple in front of it. Beside it was the green domed Oratory. Beyond it was the yellow university tower. Her mountain of love revealed signs of life, and details on the snow covered buildings. Patches of gravel were damp, while other parts were under ice. White frost with black tar and grey gravel. I’m in love with Anna in this.
The large ice lake was slick and transparent. It was crinkled as plastic wrap, with murmuring pools and gigantic bubbles. The gravel was clear underneath. Wet gravel was dark and oily. A crow cawed at 11:29. 2 pigeons soared as a couple. I realigned myself to a more waking state. The rumble roared slightly then calmed down. Lovebirds were all around. Dead leaves on one tree quivered. There was a moment of stillness and silence. I listened to it before more traffic came. I preferred the silence without traffic sound. I wanted to hear nothing but the silence and the nature around me. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Each tiny sound unfolded as a series of happenings that pierced the air. None of them were intrusive. They made the soundtrack of the moment. A crow cawed 8 times. She paused and then cawed 8 more times. The sunlight shone through the crushed filter of clouds. Blue skies up above were peeking through. 3 lovebirds spurted together with intimate whistling. Cars crackled on the wet road. I was in love with my heartthrob Anna. A crow flapped near her mountain of love. Black tar was enhanced by its wetness. Minute movements of ice as it melted. Its cohesion waws falling apart in the warm temperature. I melted for her hot spot. I melted for her in my heart. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Stillness was filled with process. Blue skies expanded over her mountain of love. Long fuzzy streaks of white cloud moved spread across the larage creamy daubs. Mixture of grey was blending. Orb of sun beamed with its twilight. Yesterday Tristan and I watched Invasion of the Body Snatchers with Donald Sutherland and enjoyed it. Today we watched Die Hard 3 and we didn’t enjoy it. Tristan has decided to stay another night. I’m in love with Anna in this. My sports love her boxing. My cage loves her zoo. My insects love her dirt. My earth loves her dark weather. My monster loves her chasm. My clothes love her black. My police love her safe. My adverse loves her counter-balance. My frustrating loves her control. My fate loves her real. My defending loves her secure. My difficult loves her command. My fighting loves her power. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.” -Psalm 121:2. I love Anna Dirksen.