she came upon a fain field trip

 she came upon a fain field trip she came upon a fain field trip

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A woman returns to earth to find a companion for her grieving husband- she gives them her blessings- promising to meet them on the other side- a succulent paradise where all are loved and welcomed

Summary

A woman returns to earth to find a companion for her grieving husband- she gives them her blessings- promising to meet them on the other side- a succulent paradise where all are loved and welcomed

Content

Submitted: April 09, 2013

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Submitted: April 09, 2013

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my fingers trace the carvings upon her ornate mirror

she was was supposed to appear to me today
opulent yet wispy as a stray spark in a fireplace
unlaced and uncorrupted overprotected- yet underfed
she lay her head upon my naked shoulder choking back tears
biting her pearls - staining them crimson- she free from her glass prison
perched upon me like a dove in mourning-cooing and sweet with a soft delicate breast
she feels regret-fearing she has poisoned him-he who will never see her adorable face again
i take her ivory hand in mine and kiss it-in the place where the circlet- entered straight to her heart
She minds not that i have gazed into his eyes blue as seas and fragile as dreams of robins wings
for he is frozen and she wishes for him to remember spring again
and who but I another woman can lure him from his own neglect and self rejection
his torturous collapse into the depths of madness and grief from which he can not awaken from
so i have awaited for her- here- yet another three years- the Eve of Easter- the magical time of resurrections and arising
i have received no answer only the throbbing and humming of some unknown mystery
i have half expected her to float in upon the breeze a  metamorphosis of moth and torn lace
i can only feel her glow golden  as soft as a honeyed mist-sweet and tempting as plain lily of the valleys transformed
from dainty simple flowers to bilious bells ringing with an almost imaginary harmony exquisite and sweet
like a duckling transformed to a blossoming swan -she has tip toed in upon the first rays of the dawn
and this time it is her comb i carry in my hand-the stands neither brown nor blonde- but a subdued hue that when
touched by his hand became as if an angelic nimbus to frame her sanguine smile- now wane and pale
for she worried of his Cimmerian  self imprisonment and wished for me once more to circumvent time and place
so he might be released from his self entrapped  concentrical dreams - once again i am allowed her touch
soft cool and mysterious as she places her lips against my ear and whispers to me her wishes
who am i but a dreamer with rainbow eyes and a weaver of broken silken spiders webs- threads that i keep
as talismans against all that has disconnected me and deprived me from telling my own story
yet she believes in me and though i cringe and shut my eyes against my tears of self defeat and embarrassment
i listen to her as a lamb sipping up her fragrant milk-i am transformed from pack horse to princess
and she swirls above my head as if a thousand galaxies wide then enters me inside
from my chares  grow seeds- bits of coloured fragments which from roots and flowers and stems grow
 cosmic charms, weeds once prostrate and fallacious become dreams dashing into consciousness
The mirror is broken and fragmented but she waves to me and dances in rushes of capricious fans,vines and  twirling 
mindscapes of vivacious presences, scenes, islands, spaces, magical realms to rest from earthly weariness
she has travelled far carrying on her pasch baskets of colourful eggs yet to be hatched- green grass upon which to lay
our heads- sweet chocolates- to tempt us past our pas seuls -entwining our souls towards the perfume of passionflowers and musk
i will see you there soon she says and disappears-there is room for all of us -her laughter echos upon the flights- of birds of pardise
i descend the dark stairs holding a single candle-light enough to see the whole world-he does not expect me- does not see me coming-i kiss him deeply as he sleeps- in the hollow of his neck -he stiffens-and becomes wide awake as he begins his descent
-through the tunnel-his arrival greeted by the parting of rose-hips high frequency waves rain fresh clouds and passionate parting lips 
 
 
Vashti Puls


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