mapping
I lie against you
looking up at the
pale hill of your hip.
Getting to know
the lie of the land,
familiarising myself
with your contours.
Suggested bluffs and plains
as the moon sets behind your shoulder.
Fingers wandering along new pathways.
A meander into paradise.
Slipping off the beaten track,
I know it will be a smooth journey.
No other valley so deep as this -
it’s time to take me home.
Ann Foxglove
Sat 6th Mar 2010 08:54
Thanks for your comment Isobel. Always appreciated. It makes me sound a bit arrogant, re not changing anything. Hope I don't come across that way! ;-) xx