Her Black Potency Loves My Red Strength

Bright sun shone down. It was warm. The air was absent of birds. It was very quiet. Fallen snowflakes were perfectly placed. Each layer was intricately interlaced. On the ground near my feet were bird prints. All at once, the lovebirds flew by. The breeze was light. It was soft. The snow covered a thick layer of ice like a carpet. A crow cawed in the distance. 4 times, then 3 more. A siren sounded in that instant. I was focusing in on the source of force. The crow cawed 3 times. Another one 5 times. The siren was sounding. The crow cawed 5 times. Lovebirds were tweeting. Crows continued cawing back and forth. Someone was scraping the ice from their car. Crows cawed from 3 different locations. The orange lovebird landed in the tree next to me. The bird tweeted with whistling strokes. It was 10:28 in the morning. Blue sky was filled with soft-focus white fluffy clouds. Creamy and frothy and full. The sky was baby blue. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Her mountain of love was part light and part dark. With white dusting on house roofs among it. Swimming within like a fish, I was finding deep crevices in my dark caverns as a crow cawed 4 times. Internal zones were opening up. I was swimming through them, dark and down. It was a safe place to go. No longer blocked-off from errors I made long ago. Too much effort, the strain was a high price to pay to counteract the flow and the change being made. Perhaps I could open and be free once again? Tristan made me laught out loud more than a few times so far. This is a good sign, I am sure. The cool wind blew on my skin. The sensation of it was caressing. Orb of sun wore a white cloud for awhile, as a filter through to see me love writing. Lovebirds were chirping in chorus. I would be remiss if I didn’t say at this point that I’m in love with Anna in this.

Clenched gaps were opening wide. Like the jaws of a trap or a shark freeing an animal catch. I long to walk arm in arm with my heartthrob. Each individual snowflake clearly lit. It was perfectly composed -the snow field. It glistened and shined with such smoothness of design that it was virtually flawless. Each snowflake was so precisely well-placed, like the stones of the pyramids without shape. Blue sky was deep and artistic. I remembered my blue plasticine of childhood. The clouds were full, low and bright. “Better living.” said the voice in my mind. A dog was barking with a low voice. Something was happening inside. The snake was losing grip, slithering back to where it should be -away from where it can entrap me. It was returning to the corridor of my spine. The energy was gathering to center. My heartthrob was not far away. She’s in my heart, mind and soul through the day. I was certain this was not for naught. The confidence in me was a good thing. She is the one woman I would deeply soul kiss. I’m in love with Anna in this.

I attuned to the sound of my own breathing. The sun shone through the white clouds. I began to relax to absorb the warmth of this sacred therapy session called life, under the sun and the moon and the stars. The strength was in letting go of something with a hold on me that interfered with proper relating. It was like gathering up stores of inner chi. Releasing, an inner ice was melting. Only through this does the fullness come, centered and whole, as one dynamic human. I was allowed to enter the sun’s warm blast. The heat was good for me. Opening wide could be scary but it is the only way to be truly yourself, don’t you see? I’m in love with Anna in this.

Free from constricting baggage brought on by a disruptive history. I was healing from my past family woes, allowing myself to break free from the mould. Her wam darkness surrounds my soul, as beautiful as an elegant cloak. Tenderness penetrated my core for my beloved. My eyes became moist for my soulmate, with a love surpassing all scars. It reaches out for the farthest star. Time travel comes in an instant where there is true love with its blessings. In true love, all here is all now. If we could hold that in our hearts, we would become one. It was time to spend the day with my son. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My lion loves her volcano. My bear loves her hips and thighs. My stomped loves her horse. My knife loves her spear. My soldiers love her police. My gun loves her shooting. My ape loves her scales. My drill loves her saw. My holding loves her rope. My ascetic loves her red. My boxer loves her ploy. My king loves her cannon. My gravity loves her tidal wave. My train engine loves her generator. My weight loves her push. My attack loves her sharpening. My rule loves her necessity. My ram loves her powerful. My passion loves her ardor. My concentration loves her intensifying. My imbalance loves her intervention. My energy loves her drive. My determining loves her convincing. My challenging loves her mastery. My strength loves her black potency. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “Her will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.” Psalm 121:3. I love Anna Dirksen.

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