The rolling tan hills <br />slope away gently <br />tracing a certain soft patina <br />in the dusty night; <br />framed by <br />black, straight <br />long stemmed flowers <br />languid against <br />my back-dropp window; <br />they look like night time sun-risings, <br /> <br />against a curved topography <br />which seems to move up <br />and down slowly <br />in the invisible summer breeze; <br /> <br />framed <br />are two dark pools <br />which glitter in subdued light. <br /> <br />There are dimpled mounds too <br />rounded, curving away. <br /> <br />Further down <br />the whole view <br />indents, like a woman's body <br />and curves back out again <br />forming what I think of as <br />two safe harbors <br />on either side. <br /> <br />Peninsula structures <br />are next <br />framing <br />a mystery center <br />which is barely visible <br />but I can see heat eddies <br />make the air wavy <br />as they rise. <br /> <br />All of this forms <br />a wondrous curved archipelago. <br /> <br />All of this is your body, <br />the body I love, <br />and you, <br />who <br />when <br />our geography's meet, <br />make the world new <br />again <br />each night. <br /> <br />We each <br />are explorers <br />who <br />need a lifetime <br />to see <br />where Geography <br />and Sweet Love <br />meet.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-safe-harbor/
