Love, lust and tea.

Let’ be a rock.  Hard and firm.  Old and new at once…a living fossil.  No, let’s be Gibraltar.  Waves crashing against our form.  We stand together unworn…unmoved.  Skin glistening in the sun.  We are undone.  That’s not enough.  We can be a mountain.  Towering over a river carved vale.  Feeling the clouds exhale. Rising up together we peak and touch the sky.  The only way to reach us is to fly.  Ragged and beautiful we will be seen from space.  The stars will kiss us goodnight.  

Let’s be a breeze.  We will rustle leaves and bring relief from sultry heat.  Or better yet we can be wind.  Moving minuscule particles around the world as we breathe.  Neither you nor I will cease our exhalation.   No, wait! Let’s be a gale.  We will bend trees and even break.  We will make all things quake.  Move monuments with one united breath.  Our howling will wake the multitude.  Everyone will be warned of our coming and devastated after our waning.

Let’s be a river.  Carving through rock with falls and lagoons.  Rushing and meandering as one.  Or we could be a lake.  A crystal pool.  Clear and cool nestled in a pristine valley…teaming with life.  We are rife with existence.  An ocean, better yet.  Vessels moving at our will.  Restraining our force like tantric lovers so that we do not destroy all things.  Shattering surf and fleeting tides.  Ebbing and flowing as one.

Let’s be a flame.  We can flicker naked without shame.  Give light to those in need.  And guide them home.  A blaze…a blaze would excite all.  We will give off such heat from our fall.  Dancing in the evening everyone will stare in wonder.  Our scent is divine.  We intoxicate.  We inebriate.  But a fierce volcano is what we are.  Animals will feel our fever from afar.  With magma for blood we are violent and unrestrained. Seething and searing we erupt with torridity.  Cascading over everything…we will burn.

Or you can go on not knowing that I exist.  And I will type dreams of our trysts at 4am.  Drinking tea and trying not to love you.