In an attempt to edge my way closer for a better view, rose bushes sprang up from the ground and their thorny enclosure prohibited my entrance. Shocked and disappointed, I bent down to pick the green rose only to have my hand crystallize with shards of seaglass. I sensed a blocking so I ran to the edge of the rose bush hoping to find a way around. Vines were quickly tracing my steps and then viciously entangling themselves around my ankles. Poison streaming through my vascular channels running up my legs, fuck I was trapped!
The lovers were rising in ecstacy, on the brink of orgasm, the peacocks were screeching in ancticipation. This was clearly no ordinary lovemaking and I was obviously not allowed any closer. In recognizing this, I decided to hold my ground and abort my plan to step towards them, in the hopes that I would be released from the grips of these venomous plants. My feet had already lost most of their circulation, I was immobilized and afraid. I kept my eyes on the ethereal lovers who were bursting with light and laughter. Again, my juices began to flow, feeling the excitement rush through my sex. THIS was the key. The plants slithered away and returned to their source, leaving my limbs and feet in tact. Thank the Goddess!
The sound of my childs laughter suddenly rang out from over the hill. She spotted me and rolled down the steep embankment, gathering dandelions and horse manure until her feet connected with the ground to steady herself. I was terrified that this was not a safe place for her to be so I nervously flung her hula hoops through the air until they collided with her flying trampoline, hoping to distracting her. Her eyes had already caught a glimpse of the lightning pouring from the lovers, she was mesmerized. I desperately beckoned her to come closer to me and away from the willow tree. Fortunately, she sensed the dangerous magic and ran to my side.
The orgasm was upon us as the lovers joyfully exploded and sprayed their seeds towards the hollow heavens. A mouth as wide as the grand canyon carved out of the white sky, swallowing the shooting stars that beamed up from below. Hannah and I were glued to each other, mouths open wide in complete astonishment at the birth that enveloped us. The ground was beginning to split open, lava bubbling up from the core. We ran for safety. The peacocks joined us, covered in malten crystals of stars and rose petals.
As high ground kissed our feet, we felt the angelic support that allowed us to witness this extraordinary metamorphisis. The lovers had floated down to the wet hammocks and in doing so, their bodies turned to ash which fertilized the new land into a remarkable birth. As stewards of this land, we knew we too would be changed forever by this, the Kumulipo of our time.
Our hands and hearts interlocked with the heavens gaping jaw as we walked In gratitude and grace towards our new life.