My Lover's Backside
My lover’s backside makes me weep;
I drew it from memory on the first try
Then traced it over and over again for hours;
His backside is anguished joyous home and
Disturbing wonder caught, entangled
In a moment of Divine vision, Divine humor, Divine confusion;
My hands are too small to cup the thick fleshy softness
Of the two dignified bumps that reside between the
Lower valley of his long back and the upper plains of his sturdy thighs;
It holds my vision in compulsive playback,
An enigma to my mind;
Those two majestic bumps:
They meet in gasp-filled union at the base of
His lower back valley and hesitantly separate
Forming a twined horizon to his being;
At a touch my heart quickens;
I am instantly transported to the moment that
Gave birth to the universe;
The sensation of hot molten lava cascades
Up and down my spine in rapid succession;
I am awed by this beauty;
My lover’s backside is feminine, grounded, earthy
Belonging to the fertile soil
To the deep green fecundity of rain forests and
Tropical isles;
To slide my hands along the lower crest of my lover’s backside
And reach wide till my fingers swoop around the outer most
Curves that ascend to the crevasse of his hip bones;
The back of my throat to goes dry;
Saliva pours from every gland inside my mouth;
My soul surrenders;
My lover’s backside is a prayer
A God moment,
In a perfect and unexpected place.
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