The Landscape Of Him Poem by moon batchelder

such was the landscape of him;
the gentle soft slope of his breast,
those hillsides where i would take rest
'neath lily white clouds on his chin,

the azure blue skies of his stare,
the meadows his belly had seemed,
where oft i would lay me to dream
near the snowy cascades of his hair.

oasis in broad dessert set,
a forest his arms - circled 'round
my garden of eden. i've drowned
myself in whole seas of his sweat!

his mind was the sun at high noon,
his anger the thundering skies.
my altar - the crease of his thighs;
i worshipped there, under themoon.

but bliss as was mine every dawn
my paradise - vanished from view
and now that my lover is gone
i'm banished 'no landscape' unto.