I want to get jiggy on ice skates so it's all graceful and tasteful and onlookers say - aww look at their love, it's genuine and deep and they can keep each other warm over the cold below.
I want silly looks that conjure chasing.
Chasing through the yard and into the garden and on to rolling.
Rolling over each other on the grassy null and into the stream.
The stream we can drink from, it's so fresh and pristine.
I want big long numbers.
Ones the stars say have been multiplying for eons.
So there's plenty of fuel to combust for centuries.
Time that is.
I want love dipped in chocolate.
Barrels of love with tight seal.
And chocolate like cookies right out of the oven.
Not smothering, yet covering my whole being.
His whole being.
Us just being.
And then there's wet and cold stone only because we want to melt and see what that dream's like.
And saucers flying because our fantasies ring from a different galaxy.
One where tribes circle strong in love and develop life in honor of the Great Ping.
Because the sound of Everness finds everything to ricochet off of.
Those are big numbers.
And the best ones makes ripples on and on and over and under and all around.
How many sparkles does it take to recharge your ancestral chivalry?
As many as it makes when you kiss my palm.
Perpendicular to the other.
Parallel to the One.
It's all wavelength at that point.
All the way.