| december in july the cold heat brushes over my frozen shorts accompanied with a long sleeve sweater and sandals, of course, to complete the assemble. the dismal land filled with such cool serenity and hot mischief as the penguins frolic with the butterflies, and the blue jays encircle the polar bears poetry sessions. the scorpions rustle through the thick snow while the artic seals wallow in the greenery and tumble down the rolling hills. the squirrels stare at the snow leopards from the frozen pine as the unique cat puckers its lips in the oddity of the tangy taste of the field strawberry. form afar the fairies approach and join the merriment of the animals and the joy radiated by nature due to this weather cacophony that occurs everyday in such a land. being a pixy, I don�t usually notice fairies, but this one was quite peculiar and carried herself in a manner all her own. I float over and offer a taste of my pixy dust, expecting rejection. to my initial surprise, she accepts with little, if no, reluctantly. as she tasted my love in my pouch, a devious smile ran across her cheshire face. she rapped her arms around my stomach, dug her nails into the small of my back in a passionate way, and slipped her love into my chrysalis. she dripped into my arms and melted into my astral body. the unity surrounded by chaos brought balance, and we loved. |