The night shivers, watching us,
the moon and stars playing the part of it’s eyes;
eyes which were wide and open with a drunken curiosity,
looming so hesitantly over us - gazing down, down,
deep through the gnarled canopy
we thought was our shroud, and
intruding upon us, us in quiet repose.
And while the earth beneath us pulsed, and hummed,
and fed us a warmth to temper our backs
and urge our bodies further into slumber,
it was like a heartbeat thrumming and felt in the palms,
as if that’s where we lay,
cradled in loving hands of clay.
And each time the gentle wind came,
sweeping over our naked selves,
it was like the soft sigh of our lady, Earth,
breathing a deep, cool whisper onto us.
And, in this kind and simple way,
she begged the young lovers, “Rest.”
for while we slept on her bed,
her soil,
us inside her,
we would be as her children
and as we searched for bliss within one another,
and she would protect us.
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