Living Lace
He was on her mind. Her thumbs felt so ripe that her mouth watered to suck the green jade of fertility from them. Her crown swarmed with firefly moments, flickering her eyes into lightening chambers, nibbling on the nerves of her vertebrae. Hair whipped like sand storms, fingers dug into atmosphere like cake icing, and sugar lump hips shimmied spirals. When her toes tickled the floor, acrobat spirits twirled up her veins and sinews, their laughs reverberating with a harpsichord sparkle.
When the rain began to drum upon the sun-dried earth, the world rocked her in and out of it's woven materiality. Electric fibres pulsed from her organs, linked her to the universe, plugged her into the Milky Way mambo. The tongue of her voice spun out between her lips as the Aeon hypnotized it upward like coiled rope. It was a luminescent ballet, and no words could describe her ecstasy.
When the rain began to drum upon the sun-dried earth, the world rocked her in and out of it's woven materiality. Electric fibres pulsed from her organs, linked her to the universe, plugged her into the Milky Way mambo. The tongue of her voice spun out between her lips as the Aeon hypnotized it upward like coiled rope. It was a luminescent ballet, and no words could describe her ecstasy.