A Mystic Journey

I awake to a mystery,

walking along a majestic sea of crystal glass.

A dolphin leaping out of the blue,

a white gloved hand beckoning me,

a grand spiral staircase coming forth .

The hand points, like a clock.

“Ascend,” it says.

I yield and obey.

Where am I going?

I look to my side.

What if I jumped?

I am nudged by my new friend.

I am nearly faint of heart, gasping.

- A doorway

I collapse against the wood,

breathing.

Instinctively, my hand wanders the keyhole .

- A peek inside reveals an entire universe.

Observing, I wonder?

I place my wet, sweaty fingers into the hole,

fingering for a moment.

Like a boy’s first intimate encounter in a schoolyard.

Yes. There it is. A latch.

I touch the Phallus.

I grab the trigger,

my moist, hot hands on this makeshift stick,

and with a click, a release.

The door is ajar now, revealing glowing light

Entering, the glove is removed,

revealing a dove.

She flies away , whispering,

"I am spirit and I am breath of flesh. You may now dwell in both realms."

I see colors I've never seen before

A masterpiece of pink opening up like a woman's breasts

My own chest collapsing,

tears flowing

Swirls of purple effervescence all about

Spiraling, dancing around me

I feel I have become Snow White,

graced by the song of blue birds

perching on my shoulder,

a brown-grey rabbit at my feet,

I welcome each strange creature,

seeing bursts of yellowish light

firecrackers filling me with a golden warmth

I am red with the color of love.

Am I dead?

Nevermind. I am at peace now. It is complete.