Her Skin

photography by Susa SilvermarieAs the morning sun touches
the mountains across the lake,
I imagine touching them too,
running a giant hand over the shapes,
caressing the crevices and peaks
that rise into Sierra Madres.
Here she is at dawn, the good earth
lifting into the sun’s touch, and mine.

My hand slides along
her ground, her rounds.
I feel her skin, the earth’s skin.
Under my touch,
the luscious form of her.
My hand, part of the earth,
rising up from Her.
And touching her like sunlight

©Susa Silvermarie 2024

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