my sight line a miniature world

grass blades like trees

ants dragging carcasses


my anticipation is over

as you grab my hips

plunging into me


my body moves

in heaves and moans

your energy radiates up

through me

a pleasure that I’ve never knew


essence of soil and violets

fills my throat

my face, arms, knees


the grass

tangled in my fingers

rips from the ground

illusive ecstasy is coming

as the sun warms my back

I feel you in my shoulders