NaPoWriMo - day #25


Grass grows off the side of her head
at a gentle slant. Bright foliage glitters
in our sunlight. Her side of the mountain
always receives the best light. 

Two faces balance gravity with 
synchronicity, she and I.  
We are planets, created from land
formed beneath our bodies, beneath
sediment and ancient history. We 
rotate together through indigo hours.

And to kiss you feels like breathing. I
taste each touch, photosynthesis into
you, I open at the first sign of warmth
and you say there is nothing more beautiful.