The bliss that I have; lost in my love, can you feel it? Nah you can’t.
I dance, I sing, I read; all lost in my trance, How does it feel, you ask?
Like an arid land, when it soaks in the first raindrops; a little pain and then instant bliss.
Like when you have gooseberries and have water, ahh the taste, delicious bliss.
Can you imagine it now, my total bliss?
The surrender, the acceptance, the engulfing, all so bitter sweet, so pure; so lovely, nothing can, nothing will be ever so blissful again.
This post has been submitted as a part of Velvet verbosity’s 100 word challenge. The word this week is Unconscious. In case you wonder about the link between the word and the title of my post, well you see, I am unconscious in my bliss.