Like moss on granite, you cling to me
cover the hardness. Soft, fibrous.
The green of you hides the rock of my rage
uncomplicated camouflage quells me.
My skin, pierced by the tenderness of your roots
is soothed, healed in the cool of your balm.
I lay on you, in you, roll through your nature.
The smell is summer, dried on warm stones,
rivulets of crisp water crossing gentle slopes.
The touch is omni;
in, on, above, without.
I worship you.
cover the hardness. Soft, fibrous.
The green of you hides the rock of my rage
uncomplicated camouflage quells me.
My skin, pierced by the tenderness of your roots
is soothed, healed in the cool of your balm.
I lay on you, in you, roll through your nature.
The smell is summer, dried on warm stones,
rivulets of crisp water crossing gentle slopes.
The touch is omni;
in, on, above, without.
I worship you.