romantic poetry

Twin Peaks
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…