The Infinite Kiss

Sweet recollection inside the matrix. Free thinking and going with the flow. A feather of light with light emotions of layers. The moon almost full shining over a Mediterranean bay, probably Madeira with a glass of portwine. Probably Sandeman's. Me with a glass in my hand and a book of Lord Byron poems. One Independence Vanilla in hand. The smoke as sweet as the lovely smile of a seductive lady with lovely eyes. She walked in beauty through the night with a love like a red, red rose. Carefree like a magnolia planted in sacred earth. Warm, fertile earth capable of nourishing blossoming flowers. Madeira. The wine rich in texture. As crisp as the night. Blessings in disguise. A laser lamp throwing reflections of a multitude of colors on my ceiling making me feel like I am watching my soul unfold like the laughter that erupted out of my soul in the kitchen today. Wine like the sweet kiss of a seductive lady in the moonshine, her skin as soft as silk, her hair as tender as the wind, her smell as sweet as ginger and lemon, her breasts like marshmallows, her body a wave of love, our fruit of love a child. The song a symphony of emotions. Forth, fifth, sixth, major chords, minor chords, diminished chords, augmented chords, many instruments intertwining at once producing a lovely sonnet of Bella Notte, Lady and the Tramp kissing over the Italian spaghetti. The stray dog becoming the legitimate prince. Blues, reds, yellows, reds. All the colors of the rainbow mingling into one rainbow on the cheek of love. Whirlwind of tongue kisses, man and woman becoming something new, someone new. Two conscious beings creating a new spirit. One that rises above the Serengeti like a phoenix. A spire that simply doesn't let fears stand in his way. Free for all. A kiss to bless the millions.