My Red Blending Encounter Loves Her Black Politics
Sunbeams burst through the sky that was covered with dark murky clouds. Blueness was faint in the north. Heaviness and mugginess returned. A trio of birds sped through the sky as a close-knit unit together. The shimmering tree rippled with delight, when Orb of Sun became free from the clouds. It beamed strongly, but not quite bright enough. Shadows appeared with some struggle as the cloudy mass reduced the sun’s strength to the appearance of a full moon but featureless. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Cicadas sang at 10:37. Sunlight returned again but that would be fleeting, so I closed my eyes to soak it in. I scanned for the contours of displaced energy. It was a shifting mass of density that responded to my attention. A tiny green fly landed on my black pant leg. She was so cute and innocent. She sped with glee to land on the top of my love diary page. She rubbed her thin tiny hands as if plotting machinations, before speeding off to my head. Crows cawed in the distance. Orb of Sun caome out from behind big dark clouds, but it was swallowed up by emerging fleecy ones. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Cicadas sang with great volume at 10:47. Humidity enveloped me. Black hornet hung around the elevator room staircase that I sat on top of. The wind was not so refreshing in the high temperature heat. Cicadas sang loud at 10:50. Unity came back in discrete incremental units. I was in touch with something, or was it in touch with me? The relationship is active and real. Little green fly returned to my pant leg. She was so happy and full of spunk, like she was pleased with her new discovery. She quickly landed in my hair, as if she wanted to possess me if I were a fly like her. But I am a human and my heart belongs to Anna. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Trees rustled and came to life. Shimmering tree was the loudest, and more actively swaying with her flashing leaves. Tiny green fly returned to land on my arm. She tickled my skin when she crawled through my arm’s growth of hair, as though she were passing through long blades of grass. She switched to my head in a second’s thought. She was pestering me a lot. But my ardent heart would stay pure for my heartthrob, Anna. Deeper melting ensued, and I was touched with a tender feeling for her. Tiny fly repeatedly switched to my knee and my head. Cicadas sang at 11:03. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
I don’t care what size or what length of hair, she is beautiful and I will always love her. Sunlight returned and shadows were clear. Blue sky opened up a pale gulf of itself. Cicada voices swelled even louder. Crows cawed from the far south. 2 black lithe birds flew as a flipper-winged duo. A child’s voice with her parents rose from a garden with spashing water. A lone dog barked to announce his presence. 3 flies were around me. An adult made her way up my black shoe. Tiny green fly was becoming more aggressive. She buzzed in my ear, too close for comfort. She was pleased to be on my hand. She had the air of excitement. But no matter what her natural charms were, I will always be true to Anna my soulmate. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Her mountain of love was soft and and tender. My heart was keyed for her voice. Tiny fly wanted me all to herself, but the only one that would have me is Anna. My enemy fighting loves her battle strategy. My power play loves her lightning match. My competition opposition loves her rivalry resistance. My wrestlers exertion loves her sports testing. My labour conflict loves her business arbitration. My blending encounter loves her black politics. My martial art mastering loves her red heroes. I love her lunar black bible verse from my Egyptian box “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.” –Psalm 126:6. I love Anna Dirksen.