vagrant

the mountain stayed in bed,
its head in the clouds peeking
from beneath
crumpled snowy eiderdown

curiously eyeing the climber
whose boots tapped its shoulders
awake.

she gusts whispers
against his exposed ears,
invites him to bed.
myrtle trees part

to a clearing, as she
shirrs the sheets back
exposing slate mattress.

but he declines
and in breathless heaves
sits,

squints between
god rays at the city below
that should be home.

Rainier curls her toes,
snugly stows away in his exposed
throat.

with a grin and grunt
he descends the haunt
and grips her succor close.