The Molten Landmark Of Her Smile

1.

Chased from every upturned mountain of the past

the erotic curvature of her lower back consolidates

epochs of time into a single earthshaking kiss.

 

As our lips part

we luxuriously dissolve

like dense flakes of gold

into the river of nectar

that stretches across the blossoming geography

of our exploring fingertips.

 

2.

Oh,

the body

of a woman

 

the weight

of a thumping heart

 

the crispness of this desire

like scent of rain, of Cedar, of Lilac.

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