Gaia
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What if looking from above, my eyes are the water lilies you see, and my nose outlined by the curvaceous neck of the swan floating in eternal water, and my mouth the o-rings of disturbed fluidity ever able to be refreshed, always responding to disturbances even so small as raindrops, and the ground upon which you rest the pillows of my breasts, and rocks only the outcrops of bone? What if rivers are my veins, and volcanoes the power of arterial pumping, spewing blood lava to cells that need renewing; and eternal wind the breathing rhythm of my lungs with thunder like outbursts of frustration or laughter for your childlike ways...and the warmth of sunshine my smile upon you? What if the north were my ice-crystal clarity and pure intentions, the south continent my womb lined by red sands that shift and bleed, the east my spirit, the west my strength, and their embrace my unity? What if coral were my sensitive fingertips measuring the current of my feelings, and clouds my doubts that alternate with the light of my more jovial moods? What if you are only the illusion of my imagination for today, in the eternity of my being? What if you and I are one?
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