my sight line a miniature world

grass blades like trees

ants dragging carcasses

frantic

my anticipation is over

as you grab my hips

plunging into me

pounding

my body moves

in heaves and moans

your energy radiates up

through me

a pleasure that I’ve never knew

vibrant

essence of soil and violets

fills my throat

my face, arms, knees

sgraffito

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