Welcome to the tree of life. Welcome to the tree of life. Let's climb the vines of each other's minds and go out on a limb of love together where we can more easily rub elbows with eternity as we carve each other's names into a heart of light etched from the funny bone of the moon.
One drink from this cup of destiny and you'll disappear with me into the mystery of why our hearts refuse to be apart and so keep on sending each other love letters of light in the form of falling stars, fireflies and your smile to light up the night. While our souls dance the hula hoop with the sparkling rings of Saturn. One kiss, just one kiss is enough to have us giving birth to planets and dancing, toe-to-toe, with the sun.
So, come on in dear one and let's make out with life like we mean it. Just dive in to this infinite womb of belonging with me and you're likely to become a love crazed lunatic whose lips are wet and always ready for a candy communion kiss. Wet with wonder as all our tears somehow become a chorus of tenderness that is always singing so sweetly into the ears of every broken heart saying, “Your salvation is already within you. Your salvation is already within you.”
So, just play hooky from your “have to's.” You know you want to. So, play hooky from your “have to's” and take one more sip of these ruby red lips. We'll become the voice of the wilderness and the innocence of every creature playing hide-and-seek with the one behind the billion blazing suns pulsating in the indescribability of each movement of lip and tongue.
Quickly, while noone else is looking, let's slip into the shadows of another dimension together where our daydreams are making love to our fantasies and giving birth to whole new realities inside each breath and heartbeat.
A frontier of forgiveness where your happiness is my Garden of Eden. The paradise of smiling lips is where we tongue wrestle each other's tenderness into luminous star shine waterfalls whilpooling their way into infinities glowing, giggling naval.
As a shameless display of my affection for you I have graffitied your essence into every cosmos, river, tree, rock, atom with the skill of an ancient artist. For you, my dear, I have willingly jumped off the cliff of consciousness without a parachute of reason. Diving, face first, into the even horizon of every black hole. Fishing for bits and pieces of forgotten truth, which I have fashioned for you here as this priceless verse and golden honesty.
Now here I am upon bended knee proposing, “Will you marry freedom with me?” Will you marry freedom with me? Come on. Let's elope into ecstasy. We can have a honeymoon on the blissful shores of Venus, complete with angel winged excursions into the mystic oasis of Mars. Or better yet, take one more drink with me from that fountain of fascination and let's become the intoxicating wine of intimacy and spike the whole world's reservoirs with equal parts of magic and mischief until everyone is naked of the need to fit in.
Naked of the need to fit in and marathoning themselves into kamikaze kissing and hugging contests where everyone wins in the end. If we love each other without shame everyone wins in the end.
So, come here you. Come in close and let's start a lovolution with our lips and leave this dry world drowning in the drink of a desire to kiss this life like it were a love affair and every being our beloved.
Let's kiss this life like it were a love affair and every being our beloved.
So, there's a sweet, tender drink from this overflowing heart.
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