incantation.

This is an open invitation for magic. A friendly nudge to the wind gods to whip up a little helium and blow it my way. A plea for romance, of outlandish daydreams come to life, of birds gathering with songs full of lusty ambition. This is a resuscitation of a world where the little things brought wonder and a smirk. Dancing snow flakes that sparkle, warm kisses, knowing glances, camaraderie with the trees, enchantment by moon incantations. A golden path where I almost was but never quite got there until now. Something fresh and so fucking special that it shakes me to my core. A fire brought to life with guts and twigs, scraping together inside, igniting. This is a spell to bring about a new breadth of the universe that's been tucked away and shy. An omen of wondrous chaos full of lush, soft, deep, bellowing, bristling, shiny, pink, otherworldliness. A rapturous warming of spirit and pleasure. Eyes that see for the first time again. Skin that prickles with spontaneous static. Feet that feel all of the weight of the Earth below them. Tender, supple, massages from Jupiter. Sloppy tongue lashings from Venus. Bodies pulled and stretched from all ends by Mercury. A gentle, pleasant longing from Pluto. And most of all, yes, most importantly of all, electric shocks from the stars. This request has no expiration date. All parties who wish to participate may do so. Simply whisper your RSVP to the nearest cloud and I will see you there.