Harmony 69 Movement 5

Will you burn the earth`s skin to glass?. Yet, right there , in Harmony of `69 I bent in adoration before the dusky pearl of your forehead the soft slopes of your never-ending body shifting under a sea of blankets Oh! treasure of treasures ! sparkling to life love in the inner-sanctum of the tent-temple of my emerald heart, filling it with that attar fragrance , that compassionate smile, that yearning voice, quieting my storm urging me to swim your sultry sea. How could the world ever be the same again ? Outside, rooted like stark brood of the Black stone , rocks parried thuddingly the capricious charge of waves and subdued the swell and swirl of a dark ,disturbed sea. The summer night was short and I cleaved to you like a calf to its mother. Your dark-eyed nipples breasted the blanket , occulting the coarseness of Harmony . We rocked to cradle the peace in the galaxy, with love milking the way to the morning star . Winking over the mount, Venus caught us intertwined , drooling like babes, sated I, summer cloud paramour of you Landie , altar of my sensuous sacrifice sweet naos forever Yolande briefly undraping your compassionate cosmic essence for a gallant stripling starving for affirmation. Awed, i nested in mouths harmonizing now enchanting, now strident symphonies, keen enough to split chaos into mutual opposites that grappled , grinded and finally clashed , giving birth to a higher union. I tattoo your name , Landie, on the stretched skin of the earth. I pullulate the waves in your name sackbutting the syllables till tremolo breaks it breathlessly to foam on the glistening beach of your belly Wrinkles I didgeridoo into the dark blanket of our night, stringing out your diadem of stars I spiral you stately across my deep. Breaking away reluctantly from the tug of your knees i trolled our anchor through love`s flow girding it close to my wound-up heart. "Go now love….spare me a thought " Your voice and a gentle seabreeze wafted me out. Diving at dawn with a whale of love between waking dunes capped by sourfigs , bleary-eyed revellers, the blue-blue sky warbled “one and one and one is three One thing you got know ,is you got to be free Come together, right now , over me.” .