Love's Country

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On the journey of love in someone else's mind ...

Submitted: August 08, 2012

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As I wander like Alice in the garden of your mind, I am amazed

at each new creation that blooms before me waiting to be discovered.

I touch one here and one there and get immersed in them all.

I am captivated, seduced, aroused, fascinated and never bored.

Lust quickly blossoms into its peak here -- over and over again

as the stimulation of the mind translates into the ultimate stimulation of the body,

all the while in the throes of love. I don't know what direction to wander or run in

first. Should I drink the pink water from the bubbly cascading waterfall over there

or chase to touch the unearthly brightly gleaming stars that have fallen from the

uneven ground to the sage green color of these skies? Should I crawl into the

beautiful and exotic gargantuan flower and inhale its intoxating scent or let myself fall into

the river of unending lust for a while. The choices are endless and I love it here! It seems

I belong in this place. It is friendly and I now consider it my home. Except for the dark recesses and

the dark abyss both of which are closely guarded by by ferocious and mean looking demons.

I never venture there as I get the feelings the demons might not want me here. Although

I could be wrong about that, too. Nevertheless I stay clear of them. Apart from that I absolutely

love it here -- love wandering around and tasting everything. I am excited, in love and in lust

with everything that presents itself here on my entwined path with the owner of this luscious

garden. I do wonder about this thing called constancy, though. It's the one thing I don't seem

to have encountered here of yet. This thing, this feeling that you get when day after day upon

awakening the sky is blue and the grass is green. And then after pondering on this for a

while it hits me. The constancy of this place is the love I have for it and the constancy

of this place is the way it always seems to love me back no matter what.

Love it turns out is the one constant in this wondrous ever-changing place and

what could be a better constant than love?


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