of my Earth
where you roamed
my fecund loam for days
searching for Sky where solid ground lay
reticent & rumbling
hot & quick
beneath Your feet.
Yet Your nubile, nescient mind
had grown a thickened membrane
where the shock
of something you named 'longing'
in some quixotic tongue
whetted the parched matter of Your Flesh
at the sight of me
drinking you in,
split-shifting Your sense into the Belief
that truly, nothing did fill the space between Sky & Substrata,
breaking you thus,
into One.
