Memoir of Utopia
Your red hair is my dominion, your eyes fixed on me. Delight is upon your face telling me of your flow. I come closer and you feel me. Your face is pure, mouth pouts open staring. The skin on your breasts is tight and like a Seuraut. Beneath the harmonious exteriors that move in rhythm grows a flame so combustive that it could only be observed at a distance.
Daily and yearly you put my mind to sleep with your song. I am the child lost in the womb of existence. Safe in innocence. Lulled by your heavy, smooth, beautiful harmony. I know the power Adam felt. I understand your nature. I see with Odysseus’ eyes and I sense with the forked tongue.
Knowledge is never lost. We are particles in an accelerator birthing archetypal Adam and Lilith. I did what Adam would not. I lit the fuse of your mass, I fanned the fire; and it burned, and it is sweet, and it is warm.
Your essence is ubiquitous. You are the idea of experience, are all I know, all I touch, and taste, and smell, and see is clothed of you. I am your lover, and you quicken me.