Glen Martin Fitch
What did enduring Atlas think of his Earth?
Did he ever give it a good look?
Stretch his Titan shoulders of the burden
And peer at the seas and islands and peaks?
My love, you are my world to cherish.
Every dimple, every hair is my delight.
I long to embrace you from behind
and hold you as we drop to our knees.
As Atlas I'd push Arabia and Asia aside,
Kiss India with the Monsoon of my lips,
and explore from the Himalayas to the pole
the curious Ural with my tongue.
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