Wednesday, 17 March 2010

"Mystic Cyclone Squiggling Interlude" (2002) by Steven Ilchev

Mystic Cyclone Squiggling Interlude

{Steven Ilchev, 2002}


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To a beautiful lady with loving,ceaselessly romantic thoughts and fantasies this festive season

Wish you were here, my love, cuddling my life's

figurine with immortalising passion and bathing in maroon bubbly


with me by the outdoor amber fire

which keeps playing colourful viola blues of idyllic intimacy never before played.

Merry Christmas, my glowing Mermaid. I, thy protective

unicorn love and cherish you and will never ever leave you!!!

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Tenderness…

'Tis what my hands crave when I spread them

Far and wide, when I want you every glimpse of

A quiet maroon moment vilifying placid

Seas like a restless, frenzied speedboat

Bellowing for dramatic love

To express itself in film


Film…

'Tis ours in the making and nestled in an

Evergreen pine-tree wherein an affectionate flute breathes out

The breathing-in of a sweltering love's breath you breathe upon me

Through precious words of magic and everlasting festive smiles

Blowing through a mystic cyclone leading us to

Merry palaces of secret feelings so inner and clear


So inner and clear…

To the eyes of a boomerang lovestorm of festive cheer so tingly and dear

For when I think of you and me, guitar-strummed in silent moments of that unstoppable forever's busy intersections of trafficking desire, I'm enthralled…

For I see you and I could see nothing else but your winter season's glow

Tunefully coloured in shades of summer's ballet spring step of

Autumnal painting motifs,

How wonderful you are, my flame-wooing darling mermaid of crystal Music sheets leaning through the ice-skating squiggling

Interlude at our private Solstice park


Our private Solstice park…

With binding chords of intermittent

Viola blues of idyllic intimacy never before played

My hand twists like a braided tree branch through

The crown of your smooth pianist's fingers and can't

Let go… ever


Not ever…

As we waltz through the mystic cyclone squiggling interlude

Amidst warm oceans' whales and silvern alps united

Through our Wiccan pledge to love and honour one another

And Nature's gifts adorned on all mankind and wildlife


Oh, wildlife of beauty inexplicably powerful…

The spontaneity of being joyous lovers in jacuzzi-astral allegretto

Selflessness while the season's white viola squiggles the

Simmering air of soul-soothing stripping exchanges of emotive

Sugar scenes creamingly plated, vineyards elated…


Film…

'Tis ours in the making and nestled in

A forest's firewood's philosophical message screened through

The breathing-in of a sweltering love's breath you breathe upon me

Through monkey-wrenching cherry-juice tears of amazingly gorgeous Inviting words of intimate viola themes and everlasting festive smooches

Blowing through a mystic cyclone leading us to

Floating palaces of secret feelings so dizzy in gear

Clearer than the planet's Christmas trees in blinding union.


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May my little effort of presenting my undying

Love and adoration to you through the above verse this jolly season

Immerse itself into your nucleus of sensitivity with the degree of elegance

You have bubbled through my life for a few years now.

I fall in love with you more and more each day and I cannot

Wait to take you in my arms and show you

Just how much you make me want to live

And give you a life of continuous unrelenting

Thrill, gallantry, unconditional support,

And fearless unrestricted sensuality

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My blood vessels, muscles, brain sands, and skin's

Webbings will feel your charisma ever so strongly this Christmas and beyond.

I hope they touch you in the same manner you keep touching me

Every single day of my life.

All my slow heated kisses, most sensual lady xxx

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