Whimsical love and dust ignites lavender scented fumes that encircle me in a hazy daze. I’m feeling rather sleepy, like a limp cooked noodle. I could drift away at bay floating endlessly among the salts of the sea. Would you wait me for me? Wait, for me to evaporate into the clouds and float up to the mountain tops. Would you wait for me as I melted into the many glaciers of the Arctic Ocean, only to find a nearby spring to soak into? Because there is where, I’d be bottled up, and you’d drink me, consume me, and I would fulfill you, all of you.

As, I harbored inside your being. You’d cry tears of pain and love knowing you drank all that I was. But, I’d slide down your face and into your arms, taking whole form to hold you and tell you that I still loved you. All the woodland faeries and nymphs would place floral reefs upon our heads, crowning us the young lovers that we’re. And, we’d take flight on a dark majestic pegasus unicorn; he’d fly us high into the cosmic universal abyss where the both of us would happily disappear together forever.