Wispoo & Wispette

Heavyeyed afternoon is swinging from eyelids pulling them down in wisps of warm honey, if only I could wallow in coolness... A nice pool all to myself would be nice. Looks like I'll have to settle for a cool bath

And now a story. There was once a creature called a Wispoo. He flew in the sky constantly feeding on wind and sunlight and the souls of dying birds and orchestrating the music of thunder.
One day the Wispoo saw the earth spirit, Wispette and desired her. But Wispette was a wily maid and eluded the angel of the clouds. She was a goddess, a goddess of toil, food, fire and flesh; he was the angel of wind, water, music and dreams.

Wispoo tried to woo her with a symphony storm, but Wispette knew she had to make him earn a goddess if she was to keep him forever, so she ignored his display.
Wispoo swept up a cyclone of sound and deposited her in a fragrant wood in a warm waterfall pool, but still Wispette resisted.
Finally Wispoo created his masterpiece for her and brought a deluge to send her scurrying for shelter, where she slept.
In her sleep, Wispoo entered Wispette. I meant he entered her mind, dirty girl and for the first time in her life he gave Wispette dreams
He gave her dreams of love, of travelling the world, of a life filled with songs and sweetness
When she awoke she gave herself to him and they consumed each other in their desire. Now they live in clouds, in love, in rain and they fill our minds with the secret dreams we hide