Photo Courtesy of Cheryl
Twin Peaks
Twin peaks meet at their cleavage–
the swells of Mother Mountain’s breasts
as she lies in cold, silent repose.
Ridges continue along naked horizon,
her knees drawn up,
feet planted firm.
Her lover lies on his side
toward her–
large mound of man-hip
rising, sloping, poised.
Awaiting the day they two
will join again as one.
