Your whispers reach me across time. They find me standing on the edge of awakening. My dreams leave, then your dreams ask to enter the space of love that eases our pain. We go together, warriors of love, into the fields of Elysium. And there we plant ourselves in eternity, seeded and ready to incarnate once again, once again, once again, here. But the place we must wait is distant, taking us across vast barren land. We make love on the dry soil and our cries of ecstasy fertilize what was once dead. We water the land with our love-waters. Green things grow as our orgasms grow. We green the Earth with every drop of us. And life grows, inside and out. Elysium waits for us, again, somewhere off in the distance. It waits for everything we are; and the offering we brought forth from our love.
Okay this is incredible. We think too much alike! A few years ago I wrote a poem called Feral Elysium. Truly you are my Sister from another Mister! Yes Great Minds do think alike or at least are in sync.
I saw it a bit ago on your Twitter feed!! Synchronicity at its best!! Sister style! Amazing!