KING OF THE GOLIATHS

In various shades of suede stood Rex, King of the Goliaths. The Great Dane beauty had lived his life according to universal laws. Kilos of muscle, tendons & fierce intelligence griped the cliffs to Heaven’s Gate. Behind him, carrying a pail of lotus leaves, galloped Alex. I loved him for that. 
I witnessed a field of Mandarin Poppies bleed orange into the horizon. I saw both giants lay dying to their earthly vessels on the very cliffs of desire were Alex & I first met the Golden Bear, FREY. 
Where the sky meets the raging sea my desires – our lives  – now dreams wept along the mouth of the mourning coast. Big Sur cried throughout the night. Angels sighed as the ocean (lapping needling pines) did showed such compassion that the rains came.
As evening dipped into pitch-black ink of night, my dear two giants laying there gave witness to eternal splendor. I loved them both for that. Frosted magma breached the shores where I lay crying for what seemed forever.
Morning came. All was calm. I looked to where the giants had laid down their heavy journey. On the very spot they had been supinely entwined near the raging sea with her blue-ocean-eyes wide opened were two splendid giant purple feathered birds of paradise. I love God for that. 
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