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Nature in the Palm of My Hand

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I like to watch her earthen skin swell
Sweetly she rises in her bounty
Two mountain peaks give way in slumber
Her heart beat like a small drum
Pushing onward the beat of the rivers
So vast that flow throughout her body
Her hair is like soil
Fertile enough to hold my gaze

The sun has drifted in the ocean
The ocean of her eyes
Between the mountain peaks
Shining in a dazzling green
To the eclipse in the very center
Of her core
Her hands crease with folds
As deep as canyons I wander in them
Yet her skin is soft like grass

Her lips speak my name
Sweetly as the sound of rain
Her breathe the living wind
Her kisses drown me
I am lost in the jungle of her words
The river I taste
The trees I hold still to her sides
Her dainty legs are that of mushrooms
Easy to break
Hard to hurt
I sweep her into my embrace
She melts into me like an age old glacier
I find myself in love
She is the reincarnation
Of that which has uplifted me through the years
She is nature in the palm of my hand





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