Earthman

The one
the body who feels like... the earth
Warm, and gentle, breathing within peace
fierce heart beats erupting with fire and magma
A swaying mind swirling as waves
oceans and leagues of depth rushing wild rivers
terra solid and tilled, harrowed and firm
giving way yet never eroding to lies or fallacy
That spirit, that sense,  that sweet sensuous vine
pulsing through to every chattering branch
brooding with fruit ripe and seed
he envelopes me in his anchoring vibe
the birds sense the dance twittering in song
I can't shake it
Who would want to?
This twisting and breaking over crashing thunder
writhing while rising to spread and fall
to quench the land that has been chained and forgotten
rain down caressing broken arid skin
My thrist drowns and shudders
as my hairs awake and I quiver
his love inundates my soul
I can taste it, this life unknown
a comrade to be born, a thrill
a yerning burn that cools and sooths the scars and wounds
shaking the fears to which I cling
death is abandoned no cold blooded display
What mystery awaits this ecstasy and elation
while endorphins rush my rhythm and rhyme?
I can't deny it, it's almost a drug
Yet this is too pure to be dirty addiction
too real, too weary, too imperfect in beauty
too calm, too organic, too metered and balanced
Come flooding memories of the face within me
this earth vibrates with the echo of home
Can I dare a stare to stars too long
or wait for the moon to hide its face?
I shan't be mistaken, I'm dreaming
awake, alive and loving this tide
This is the time, this is...
the one who feels like the earth made yet I am undone