hills are lovemaking and soul destroying
rainthickened clouds roll overhead
and I am closer than I wish to be
camouflaged in grasscoats and forests
blue to green to grey
the colour of my eyes
and there is movement specked into sight
as the atmosphere heaves it changes around
my head
her sides, for she is a breast, a mammary or vessel for milking the sky
sliproll away sharp breathed as I dizzy at the
lurch of earth beneath my thought
lying back and become the sky
expanded rib to ozone
and the sun itself lies down along my body curling the grasses
in their scents about me
I am curve and nipple, flattened by her weight below
I bend to fit the ground and sky in their singular moulded line
curvelined sharp chameleoneyed this flickered speck.
hills are lovemaking and soul destroying.