The Earth Is Sexy

the earth.... is sexy, you know?
the way warm breezes blow through soft canyons of buttery grass,
touching only the tips the way a tease would do,
and rifling the hair of it's golden lover,
as she's about
to become...
unglued.
Holding it's sweetest breath an inch from her face,
and blowing out softly in an undulating,
rhythmic pace.

the earth... is sexxxxxy.
a cold river flowing icy and warm all at the same time,
churning beneath the surface
an emcee with the fiercest rhyme,
it's flow brimming with alliteration,
it's flow never suffering stagnation,
the roar deafening with passion and sighs,
the roar misty while sharp,
coalescing with the quietest of cries,
it's flow touching everything in perfect animation
and forcing through canyons
without the slightest hesitation.

the earth, it is a sexy, yah?
I mean, c'mon, it can breathe fire...
it has veins of all molten
writhing through the neck,
eyes of venom burning beneath the surface liquid brown with
greenish flecks,
stifling kisses along the darkest shadows,
plumes of heat rising off it's skin,
taunting curiosity because you just never know when it will
come
again.

the earth... *sigh*... ohh, it's sexy.
it's skin has days when you breathe in and never want to breathe out,
drinking in cupfuls of alternating honey with ginger,
sweetgrass and lavender,
pine and cedar tinder,
salty lickable rocks,
the wafts of roses, coconut and wet moss seeping from her locks,
when you inhale you get drunker than an amber-suckled bee,
cadence upon cadence of silken spun trees,
rain on dry ground after a summer full of drought,
tasting sweeter neither on the inside,
or out.

the earth is damn sexy.