You are the earth; I am its spirit
and together the trees act as our lungs
that breathe under starlight and rustle
when we are excited — leaves wisp
in our wind, and I hear maracas sound.
My hips sigh and we glide methodically —
call it organic chemistry, the way our lips
trigger nuclear kisses that repel atoms
in every direction — Naturally — We speak,
and our words radiate as subtle energies that
translate pure phenomena. Please,
muse me. You are the earth; I am its spirit
and together we experience living.