One touch is too much

One touch is too much. One touch is not enough. I plea for mercy under the captivation of total surrender. Captivation that plummets me into the celestial sphere of completeness. I was unaware that the sight is so exquisite. Unspoken words convey so much meaning. One day is not like another and a moment in time can seem to last for a wonderful eternity. How can I explain the size of beloved and elucidate adored that is gift wrapped in cherished.

There was once a sound of much weeping surrounding the planet Earth. Now, those cries of weeping have been replaced by the shouts for vengeance. Reprisal and retaliation arise for all the innocent blood that has been spilled. Arrogance and conceit drove some to do horrendous things to other people. They acted on behalf of their god and a flawed sense of racial superiority. The sheet is over the heads of those who lurk in shadows. An animalistic throng is whipped up into a frenzy of madness.

Set apart for caressing and hugging the just right is nearer to my heart than my heart is to me. The air that I breathe is fragrance by an exhale from a strong magnetism that invigorates my desires for life. A refreshment stimulated by a soothing appearance and a calm nature fills the air with so many delightful melodies. Melodies that sing and dance within every caring and loving element of my consciousness. A fragment of a morsel is a full meal that can never be polished off in one dining. And a zillion dining will produce a satisfied burp with a complimentary break of wind.

The ghosts of multitudes of bodies hanging from trees are arrayed for battle awaiting their marching orders. Every animal, past and present, sacrificed to needless bloodshed now bears spectral fangs and claws, sharpened by an endless appetite that stalks those who kill for pleasure.

The atmosphere is tempestuous in retaliation for all the atomic and nuclear bombs that have exploded into it. Nature will tame those who sought to tame it in their vanity of self-importance. The meek will fall by the elephant gun. The strong will die of starvation. The spirits will wreak havoc upon the complacent, self-righteous, and self-satisfied.

On a summer’s day the winter snow blankets the landscape for miles in every direction. Forming from the snow a body appears. A body appears from the snow blanketing the landscape in every direction on a summer’s day. The sun is shining brightly. A pleasant breeze is softly flowing. The leaves are joyously swaying back and forth in the trees. The leaves are blissfully undulating in the trees. The wind flutters with a velvety kiss to the skin. The sun is reassuring and radiant in its luminosity. Winter snow carpets the terrain as far as the mind can conceive on a summer’s day.

From the snow a body is forming. A translucent body shapes itself from the snow. It emerges on a summer’s day where the leaves in the trees are lusciously humming. The air is cradled inside a revitalizing breeze. The rays of the sun energize the life-force on a summer’s day. This day is quilted in snow that covers the terrain as far as a thought can reach. And engrossing that body are all the coziness of home.