painted sky…

painted sky of blues.. reds.. pinks.. lavenders.. oranges and yellows… visions of wild horses racing with the winds that forever sweep over plains.. cresting mountains and dipping into valley’s before swirling within in their creation of a malestrom of thoughts.. encounters.. sensations.. dreams… fantasies… and wishes…

churning waters that bubble forth from depths unimaginable.. rushing towards shore.. placing that kiss in subtle form to wet sands.. savoring the taste as succulent scents linger in teasing the senses to new heights.. an awareness perhaps but more than that..

though the colors are vibrant… that spectrum to encompass the rainbow and beyond.. within there is that coolness.. that icey hot touch that caresses the flesh.. you tingle from head to toe.. shivering.. feeling yourself become embraced by something that’s not real, but is real yet is not of the mind…

emotions become non existant.. more sensations that waft.. teasing.. taunting.. at times cajoling a slight smile.. the gaze vacant.. hiding one thing and revealing another… a gentle kiss of tender giving.. deepening.. turning consuming.. devouring… no time to breathe.. but gasping as arms flail, fingers curling before splaying wide.. then reaching..

tears spill.. no trace to be seen.. deep wounds to again open.. to release the pain..or to remember the pain and again feel? laughter heard mocks you.. words spoken hold no truth.. and whispers that sing bear no weight of promises that will never be kept…

withering of the spirit.. or perhaps petals of once vibrant flower losing its luster.. prevailing thoughts of decadence that slither from the shadows.. twining thick vines about fragile frame.. drinking the nurture of a gift given…

visions dance within… images that blur in their own creation of shapes that have become distorted and out of focus.. painted sky of vibrant colors.. yet within that icey hot touch seeps to the core..