Twin Peaks – Poem

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.

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