The Explorers

by andy marshall

Like a mist upon the mountains she hovers over me, A gentle caress with intent to cling.

The sunrise in her eyes, the endless blue sky of her soul shines through,

She takes in my kiss as if it were a long cold draught after a week of haggard thirst,

The feel of my body as if it were the shade of a strong, towering oak, And she feels safety in my shade.

A storm of emotions, Our eyes speak “desire” in tongues unknowable, Her touch is lightning, her breathing the sweet song of rolling thunder,

Her hair is a heavy rain, obscuring light and blurring vision, falling around my face As my nose fills with a flowered scent that can only be hers.

And in being so, is mine alone, and I realize that I, I have always been fond of the rain.

We take one another in, Eager explorers of a land left unmapped, Equal partners in a pilgrimage to the lost land of Sincerity,

To the sanctuary that’s been formed between us, visited time and time again, a path well known, Landscape ever changing, the trees we’ve planted Now grow with an ever-branching embrace.

Over the smooth plains, And across the shivering peaks of flesh, An earthquake, strong and constant, takes the landscape,

And yet we roam, steady hands to shaking hips, until our strength has failed us, The dwindling light of day, and in her pleasured smile, Her twinkling eyes, the only sunset I desire.