Mike Koontz
Jan 24 · 3 min read

‘this is’

_our own tale of dewy good mornings_

Coffee beans

soon

be

grinded

Fresh and vital,

the swirl

Of mornings slow aroma

Like a gentle

unfolding

haze, it soon comes to life,

In every corner, to touch

our own sky,

the one

which

we painted blue

last

nights

eventide

I breathe

you in,

once more

with the scent

of dew that rise and fall

across

your naked limbs,

sultry,

petite

You are,

like life

free and perfect,

in flesh and mind,

my own

goddess

perfected

motion,

sculpted naught

and sweet you serve

with a smile

so pleasured, like a beacon

from within

And

Now it is,

that here

you lay, right next to me

With the sun

and the moon

and the

wolves that follow

Grace like,

vibrant

Your breath, quite soon

turn, the fabric, of my every

world

electric

like stars pulsating

Until

you sleep

like winter and summer

deep,

but never not

full of life

Sculpted nails, and strands

of bed head hair

Something so

paramount

and sexual, about your very being

Your eyes, now flutter

come to life

completely

open, with a smile,

so eager, knowing,

and

not at all

a string of

questions, I slowly

touch your neck

and shoulders,

with my

tongue and lips

I now find

your

every

eager treasure

I slow and firm

burrow search

trace

explore

Our own scent

soon meet,

and mix

With the fleeting tide

of rising oceans

clouds and skies

and the falling of the dew

a burst of color

now paint this morning

while we play

Soon, on far

away

outskirts

of what is now,

our creation, there remain

but a moving sea

of grass and trees

And now, we are

Like audhumbla,

giving birth

to countless worlds,

with every taste

of our skin

and tongues colliding

music of the day

predator and prayer by the agonist

https://open.spotify.com/track/6WXszSZxQSIjTTIGSN4M11

On another related note.

Talking about ancient beings and creating entire worlds.

I think we all deserve to say happy bday to Europes oldest tree. A grand Bosnian pine (Pinus heldreichii) in the north of Greece.

It has stood there, swaying softly in the soothing wind of Europe as it watched the titanic perish on far away icebergs. It lived through World war 1 and 2.

And it witnessed the fall of Rome, and the beauty of the Vikings.

And consider just for a few brief seconds that it has surveyed all this standing on that harsh cliff it calls it home. Proudly becoming a sentinel in the swirl of the chaos that is life and nature, the greed and turmoil of humanity and all our lumberjacks.

By now it has surpassed the grand old age of 1100 year and I hope that this grand old tree gets to live another ten thousand years, or why not never die, like its Northern Viking brothers in the cold north of Sweden.

So happy birthday immortal tree :).

scandinavia by Mike Koontz

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From the northern halls of the Vikings home comes this tribe of creative heralds. Writers, poets, photographers, creatives, great thinkers, fitness geeks, and experts. There are no stones and thoughts, and creative adventures left unturned in the pages of Beyond2c.