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Views: 28We meet in dreamland. Smoke from a steaming bath fills the room. A dripping mirror reflects your vision, a lion sits beside your robe. Brushing your hair, drying your locks, admiring your lovely smile. I Love You. We meet in dreamland. The sun beams down on your body, rustling evergreens and birch trees sing… Continue reading A Lion Sits Beside You. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Views: 45We’re ten feet over the forest canopy, zooming in and out of the soaring boughs. Straight over the heath, wood, and barrow. I follow your tail feathers like a hawk. You land on the green lawn below. Your gossamer body reflecting noonday rays like Archimedes mirror. I’m jolted by your beauty. I can hardly… Continue reading Hot Spring Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Views: 41Your dress is the color of milk chocolate with hints of ocher red. The contours of your hourglass body are seen through the pines. Your flaxen hair reaching the small of your back. Your arms are raised in prayer and gratitude. It’s you in a milk chocolate dress. Hourglass contours in the sun. Hands… Continue reading Milk Chocolate Dress. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Views: 56The days are spent reading, writing, aromatics, acrobatics, dancing, and tumbling. You like to work in the solarium with your books, tea, and towel. I join you frequently, sitting beside your chaise-lounge, enjoying the luxury of your view. Today, I am absent, out in the field with the men, harvesting hay, examining the rigs,… Continue reading Progress Report. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Views: 89I was walking blind into oblivion. Not a care in the world. Careless like the flames of a forest fire. From the depths of total destruction I see two emerald eyes, the mane of a LION, the soft touch of a maiden. She sets me down kindly on solid ground. I smile and say,… Continue reading Rescued From The Flames of Ennui. Intergalactic Finance Minister

Views: 108We enter a huge canopy tent in the desert. Lighted by silver sconces, a smoking urn in the center, blue aromatics wafting through the bedouin. The floor is carpeted with Persian rugs. Around the perimeter are instruments; guitars, drums, cymbals, flutes, tambourines. We are invited to play any instrument we wish. We say a… Continue reading Chansonettes de sa Facon. Intergalactic Finance Minister