On the Bosom of a Soothing Wind

n she drew me into the deepest layer of earth,the molten lava hallowing me but not touching. i was being a lustful saint the empty poles in the open sky smiles at the closed force of an unborn tomorrow the scent of the unblown flower engulfs the mouth, delicate drops of the magic potion drips through the divine mouth dehydrated devoid of strength in a trans delirium we non exist float on thin air the yellow slant of the squinting sun silently swallowed the remnants of the night red roads ascended to sky n bliss spilled down the stream sweet mountain nymphs danced our soul soared to the realms unknown liberated from the bondage of fear like a small fly on the bosom of the soothing wind