"The Serengeti"

Just got the idea from an idea about the sun kissing the brim of hats. Just tried to write a dream with this one.

The fields grazed on our toes.
The dirt sifted like skin under our finger nails.
We sipped on hopes through straws called leisure.
It was the right place at the right time.
Clocks melted away in the distance.
Fertilizing the ground until infinities sprouted from clock hand seedlings.
The wind whispered into the grass.
I don't know what it was saying, but it made the blades dance like ballerinas.
The sun skipped across our skin.
It stumbled over her nose and skinned its knee.
That's when it decided to take a break, and relax just beyond the bushes.
Clouds drifted into our pupils and moistened our views of the world.
Gazelles prayed to the ground with their feet until the cheeta's decided to commute.
Trees sprouted our grandchildrens faces amongst the plains.
We sat in nests and watched the baby birds fly for their first time.
Chirping harmonies with violin beaks.
A needle point of sweat stitched across her forehead and down onto the peak of her upper lip.
The sun kissed the brims of our peacock hats a few times and we watched the reflections of a mirage called life.
A watering hole we called Noah collected life in pairs.
Wildlife sipped on water fountains just behind the brush.
We found the perfect spot.
We watched eachother watch eachother.
Our pupils dialated like black holes to suck up everything we were seeing.
We fed off of the beauty of eachother.
Night fell as blue hued the absence of color above us.
Stars peppered across the sky like a well seasoned steak.
Our mouths watered at the memories.
We quenched our thirsts with eachothers mouths.
We picked cotton from our pockets and replanted it.
We watched it grow into a history book.
We read till we found a blank page.
We stared for a few minutes until it began writing itself.
It started with "The fields grazed on our toes..."
We drifted like wood, into dejavu.
We watched monkeys copy us in the distance.
They were kissing.
Then they stared at us.
And with an understood thumbs up, they grew wings and flew into the night.
In the distance we heard them say "All's well that ends well."
So we winked the future at eachother, and buried ourselves under the night that screamed bloody beauty over the Serengeti.
We layed in eachothers arms.
Said goodnight, and never woke up.

Reviews

[Broken.]

Aw, this is quite sad but I loved reading it. What amazing imagery you have here. I really liked how it told a story, without it being a novel. It had a beginning and an end, although allowing the reader to see just enough without giving it all away.

[deeps]

This is powerful and full of emotion.
Quite sad really. Very well expressed and very well written.