Making Love To Earth And Sky

the firm body
of forest night lays upon
a dream of wet leaves
softly sleep lays its weary hands
upon a labyrinth of
blue veins

blood pushing each corpuscular
mate
into the pinkish blushes
of an excited morning
the hands play their piano songs
dreams burning real
heat dissipating upon
the thighs

bursting as white cumulonimbi clouds
above the shadowy hills