I am Earth.
And Traveler,
I can feel you in the twilight
I can feel your steps coming to me
treading to the sound of my heart pounding
crossing mountains
I feel your hands
dark fingers exploring milky crevices
your open palms pressing on the cool and moist
soft face against face
climbing higher
your body strong against me
crossing mountains
I feel your thirsty mouth
drinking from me
and I give more to quench you
I feel your breath
hot, moving swiftly over restless seas
touching me like moonlight on waves
your breath
hungry and humming
heavy and hushed
stirring dust in hot deserts
fields sway like music when you exhale
trees bend low at your impatience
waters swell
the moon moves the tides in my hips
you open your arms and the sun rises in them
ebony shroud blankets white flesh
frost melts away from me
sweet dew, slippery lips on lips
Earth trembles
mountains crumble beneath your gaze
beneath your fingertips
Seas rush in to me
and leave in the sweet rhythm of our selves
your breath, still music,
heavy in the air
Gaia quakes
exposing secret places
dangerous and beautiful
Traveler, I still feel you.
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