Juliet's Time Travel Story
-To my Co Time Traveler
-Cosmic Citizen Mei
-2020/07/06
I Dragon Blood
While exploring among sunshine cities or the green mountains,
Two fearless hearts are lost among across the coast and the smokies.
She’s been longing to be fully nude in the nature dancing.
Kissing all over the clouds purple and gold,
Making love to the wind by the river, moaning.
Competing with him casting the seed of cherries into the river.
Was him, the Minus-One Superhero or the Dragon-Blood Boy travelling in time and space?
II Landing
Endless hours conversing and kissing,
From the chair to the river stone,
In the car and the fusty hotel room,
It is the time to escape from the summer to the Mars.
The World of Planet,
How can I wake you up?
The lazarus heart starts to beat fast.
Fierce storm is upon arrival.
There she is languidly dancing and singing in the rain.
She jumps into the river,
It was crystal clear yet,
Enveloped in bitter coldness.
She smooths her long dark hair,
Emerging and throwing away the water,
These two time-travellers are landing among the mountains.
A squeezed hiatus from the mundanity,
Escaping to the nature from the metropolis.
Is to bump into each other.
Seeming to be the only calling.
III Passion and Lust
The birds are chirping.
The inviting wind is flirting.
The sunset is caressing her eyelids.
She then decides to kiss the radiant love all over and onto his eyelashes.
And summer can be only inexhaustibly dancing, among the woods and trees.
Lost in the mountains from the space,
Her heart is however, refueled with fire.
Due to him.
She is refilled with super power to travel in space.
Meditating while he is napping.
Passion and lust.
It is cultivating.
IV Strengths
The spring lingers out a feeble existence green.
And summer is on a comprehensive rejuvenation.
These two time-travellers are both reveling in the natural oxygen of the forest trees.
The day ends and the night is applauding.
When trees bud forth and flowers bloom.
Evening sun is drawling lazily.
When the dawn approaches,
New strength finds a connection in her and him.
The two new souls are now re-connected.
V The Campfire
While they were going through the Green Tunnel,
She is dreaming again sitting in the co-pilot seat.
She sees the 4 Seasons are paying the visits altogether to their tent and dancing.
Spotting and sipping the only snow flake from her first day in the smoky on earth.
She puckers in a smile,
And bursts into laughter.
There he is putting on the campfire and cooking,
The birds invited by the 4 Seasons tuck their wings,
Eager to join the bean banquet celebration.
VI Dream of Glowworms
She has been dreaming of running after the glowworms,
Styled with the bushes in brown and green.
And she is sending cards inviting canaries and nightingales,
To perform a symphony orchestra, to surprise his Martian Captain.
Celebrating by co exploring from the Earth to the Mars till September ends.
VII 1870 and 2234
The mud from the grass,
Takes over the world in the storm.
The sky is her canvas,
Her body is his afflatus.
She turns into a nude woman,
in The Luncheon on the Grass.
'Gentleman from 1870,'
'Would you take me back to 1862?"
She whispers to him.
Oh no, Now we are in 2234,
Or the year of Covid-19?
The records shows the journey starts on July the 4th, 2020, a random celebration from the Earth.
Her fingers holding tight to his.
Intricacies yet simplicity.
travelling in the space, it is.
Turning out to be a sneaking escape.
VIII The Date
There she changes her mind in a blink.
I'd rather be the country girl in Breton’s,
In The Song of the Lark?
To welcome the Chinese Valentine’s in Luna Calendar’s July the 7th?
And to wake up the Planet Citizens with a ray of hope and sunrise?
The night is too short for the dream.
Minus One guides her back to the orange-colored tent.
The fireflies paint the sky embellished with neon lights.
The breeze among the trees is
Blowing her hair flying, soon asleep.
Waking up to the first light of dawn kissing her lip.
She is smiling again, travelling in the dream.
Trying to tell the light from the moon or from the dawn.
IX Siesta
From the young lady’s eyes,
There comes a light so noble that,
Where it appears things,
Are seen sweet and sublime beyond words.
The nymph of the midsummer night.
The nymph with the sacred wings in the space.
Immeasurable wild thoughts are running and communicating.
Like light purple butterflies flitting from stone to stone.
Upon, which, he is longing for curling up in his 'Siesta' Beach alone.
X SNHR
Meanwhile,
Do not disturb the beauty’s lasting stop of camping on the Earth experiencing a thunderstorm,
Where a flame is just kindled.
And all the spontaneity she is co-creating and enjoying.
Just a random travel in time of
her and her Martian Captain.
Conversing.
Virtual to vis-a-vis?
Who the skelpier-limmer cares?
They have been long lost travelling.
And a serendipitous telepathy is reconnecting.
Do you see the campfires dancing?
Like red and peculiar plum blossoms.
Dotted the sleepless night under the sky with the bright moon.
Wear mask. kiss your love.
We regret nothing in 2020.
From Sarasota to the Smoky mountains.
To the one and only SNHR Lopin in the year of Covid-19.
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