" Valley`d tween two asymmetrical hillocks
mounded...circular.....
identical domes a top....also circular
Pleasureville.....
i have arrived
a steady slow ascent , and a moment to linger
a view to wholeheartedly enjoy
my journey continued.....
down the valley meandering , unhurried ...
tasting the fresh air
an expanse of pink soft ground ..fine light grasses
gently sleep, then bristle as I caress by...
a dark thatch rears up on a gentle elevation
a forest a lumberjacks dream
rich , thick and dark , impenetrable .... strangely scented
a secret place that whispers my end or beginning
enticing me,..to slowly feel my way through densebrush
I linger within.......
disorientated but direction assured .....
the forest thins .. ,a ravine
shorter trees either side, like willows.....
the edges of the ravine seem. damp
slick with a sticky morning dew glistening
a pink walled structure , layered
soft to the touch
sweet aroma ,addictive yet pleasant
heady musk a distinct rose petal essence
a mound smaller than the ones on the hillocks
radiates
energy
powerful pulse vibrates gently
seeking an entrance .....I circle slowly
cautiously
sensing life ...waiting
my probing fingers , touching unseen buttons,
caressing the sides of the mound
Magically........
the ravine slowly opens , unfolds
displays and splays like a dream
a seeping stream oozes and bubbles
sweetly
thickly
my thirst, to be quenched this elixir
shines opaque like mead
I drink hungrily , thirstily tasting until sated
Hours pass
My journey still a mystery, I continue deeper..deeper
into the depths of the ravine , to a place of wonders....
to
Pleasureville"
