From the projection of Oedipus, rises the pink chalice
of the transferal reaction.
It is beautiful with hues pink and light silver surrounding its soft
whisper.
My transferal reaction possesses a pink glow that resembles
the glow which emanates from the Indian city of Jaipur.
The transferal reaction possesses the magic of a phantom.
It is serene and exqusite like the thick winter snow that
covers the Canadian ski slopes.
My love how beautiful it is like the red wines of Spain's rioja
vineyards.
Crisp, delicate and smooth like French silk.
Delicate as the soft droplets of rain hitting the window pane
of my room.
Wonderful like the tender beauty of a spring sparrow.
An unbelievable resurrection occuring from the vast fields of blossoming feelings.
My transferal reaction , a conglomeration of Oedipal projection and violent oceanic passion creating a texture that envelopes one's
soul and body.
Transferal reaction, a projection of the beauty I possessed in the
recess of my interior castle.
Silver love, pink love, a distant exqusite man made castle that is what
you are my transferal reaction.