Mountain Climber
My fingers do relish their voyage
over your unrivaled head and face.
Underneath your soft skin
lies an endless land of striking features.
As my fingertips transcend your grand jawbones
they discover those little heights and peaks…
…your upper spine that softly declines
into your beautiful nape of neck.
…your seductive Adam’s apple that descends
into the splendid valleys of your isthmus.
I allow my fingers to linger
as your mountains win again.
Mountains
I used to travel
in my younger years.
Mountains
that left their mark
on the lobe of my left-side brain.
Mountains
so beautiful
they made me
fall in love
with altitude.
