Terra Firma

I survey the familiar country that is your skin
My fingers navigate the small rises and pause
On the tiny roughness of a blemish
I note the subtle weathering
And sip at your lips the salty notes of a tidal creek
Lay my cheek on the dry grassy earth of your chest
And familiar scents invite old memory

The rocky cleft of your chin moves against my crown
My hair is brushed from my forehead
Light falls upon your face and highlight the features
I gaze up to bathe in its warmth and find
Myself drawn to the glistening opal that is your eye

Without hesitation
I dive into the black reflective pool of your iris
Until the coolness of this dark recess is more than I can bear
My senses bombarded - I close my eyes
Then focus on a gentle graze
That sets the nerve cells of my skin tingling - I flinch

Slowly I become aware of a dull longing
To explore more deeply the pungent sweetness of rainforest gullies
That nestle in the softer recesses of your flesh
In the distance a gentle murmuring
Invites me to rest full length
Upon this warm earth