The soil feels like wax.
Memories of you model the landscape.
On my left mountains of passion lost in a pale lunar light.
On my right cascades of your poetry ravishing the jeweled silence of the blue lagoons.
Caught in the middle, I start rotating like a hurricane.
My winds feast on the warmth of your body.
I dig into the dark ocean.
I gust through colonies of fish.
I thunder with desires.
My humid dreams spiral on your fingers like algae on red coral reefs.
Your past loves try to stop me. I roar like a lioness defending her cubs. I gust through them. They run like birds at the sound of cannon.
Can you feel me now?