Beloved of the Three

 

I am the beloved

Of myself

In a syncopated motion in time

Fostering a symphony

Of ourselves

In a sonnet of the forever

Of the love of the two

And the care of the three

Ignited in an equinox in time

To repose divine love

And the care of the soul

In a majestic union with spirit

In a love bonnet of the sublime

Fostered within

I care that I am

In love with you

And your child

 

My Bulbous Young Body: The Chubby Youth of Myself

 

I, Jasgahntar, am the chubby bubba of myself in my youth. My mother Endelay who is nicknamed Bubu is very gracious at feeding me the fostering of the current medical system of substances for balanced young mindset; but only for the first three years. Little boxes of bonbons and candy coated morsels of taste bud delights filled with vital nutrients that are rich in the substances I crave to retain my mindset levels arrive each month for a certain large amount of script.

 

My mother witnesses how much more I enjoy sucking upon the sweet treats from each pretty little box than her concoctions that are less expensive and more nutritious in her opinion than what is provided for by the current medical geniuses of Atlantis. She is not a medical genius but is gifted in the kitchen in concocting sublime meals filled with known medicinals sometimes grown in the local garden. Her tantric kitchen is known to put the residents of the community in the sway of light motion together in a bliss kiss high recurrently through time. She attempts to cause a parallel response in me to save script for other purchases she wishes to foster for herself in a tantric sway with a new partner in addition to my father. The new partner sometimes embraces me in his swing too fostering another male motion that is useful to fostering my rest.

 

My mother struggles with how many times I deject her concoctions at first spitting them up and out and sometimes upon her. Over time she learns to hide the bitter taste of her medicinals and other wonders of mind bend not from the tantric pantry in honey and a paste made with nuts. My mind bends into bliss but fails to develop as it should in the first six years of my life and especially as the little boxes of bonbons cease to arrive each month to save the family script. The food I am fostered with causes my little body to grow into a bulbous size and stature far larger than all my classmates as I enter school. I am considered an obese young food hedonist in the eyes of my new teacher Yassa’e. Read more