CW: this poem is sexy.
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Facedown on
This rock
Ask to feel
Geologic time
Strip on a pink
Granite slope
Stroking my
Pink granite
Skin
Torso tipped over
Plunging hand
Deer tail ticks
Side to side
Legs straight
Arch to hip
Ass lifted off
Hamstring
Inner thighs
Open both
Touching and showing
Cold thermal
Coming down
The cliff
Runs a
Light cold
Hand sharp
Where warm
Wetness comes
To the surface
All across
The meadow
Snowmelt springs
Earth’s wetness
In pockets,
Edging along boulders
Collecting
To heal
A dark
Cave here
Where clusters
Of short mountain
Grass grow
Over bridges
Made by
Tree bodies
Swept down
To the valley
In a sudden slide
A roaring, moaning
Slide the
Slope remembers
That release
Afterward, wrap
My sweatshirt
Around my shoulders
Bones of my back
To stone
The weight of the sun
Sinks into
These breaths under
These breasts
These hips
High blue blue sky drinks
The condensation from my
Skin bakes me back
To a Separate thing
Again
Cold breeze lays close to the land
As it moves
Dancing the buds and open
Sex parts of
Most delicate!
Buttercups Heather Yarrow Violets
Paintbrush Pine pollen Penstemon pistil
Sedum, saxifrage, stamen
Too, the breath
of this wide wet pocket’s
Curve
Licks my nipples in time
I imagine the evening’s
Warm outbreath
As sky air falls to the
Shining moving skin
Of the lake again
Ravished by the rhythm
I dress and continue
To ascend
Hand and foot
Reach and lean
Playful warmth at the center
Draws me up and on and in
Practice with Devon 