LIKE THE PLAIN
(Another imitation of the Song of Solomon's style.)
Like the plain, I am a naked landscape for my Lover to explore.
From north to south, from east to west, he surveys with his eyes;
With the breeze of his breath upon my skin he stirs me from stillness, as the growing corn is stirred on a windy day;
By his hands he lays claim to the hills, stooping to kiss each hardened summit;
Like a serpent crawling overground he pushes his face through the bush to the crevice, to drink at the fountain he causes to flow, as from a stricken rock.
I am overcome with inescapable heat, as by an approaching desert noon.
Urged by my fevered lips and the eager pull of my hands upon him,
I bid him dive his full length into the pool he has created and stirred within me,
Taking me over the edge with him,
At one in wetness and hotness.