Careful Essence

Ron Koppelberger

Careful Essence

The blush of destiny in wayward courtship of unspoken resurrection, enthralled by the desert gossip , the inhalation of impulse and circles of bare passion. The rave of poise and the western eye endured the parade of dye, an abstract scarlet cast and a teasing cascade of quivering satisfaction, a mind in submitted eternal flux, immortal, fated and disposed to the anemic mischief of restless arrival.
She looped the silver sire around her undying fingertips delicate and honed to perfection. The smoke of mists and ethereal orchid incense filled the hidden secret sashay of sagebrush and matted desert grass, with the fury of thrones and groomed vampire adulation. She inhaled and coddled the charm. Her terra firma, her square quarter her portion of the revolt was in seesaw court, burning and flexing an alliance of one. She had to choose, chaff or wheat, wheat bloom or flame. The suspect innocence and wicked romance of gain and pledge defined her blessing, a sense of excitable means bridled her psychic mystery, the stones, the stones she saw the wolf and the circle of shadow. She enchanted a glance at the depth of garden seed and found natures of spirit. She would mount the current and move west toward the company of a promised purity.