Mountain Words

These men like mountains

I’m jumping off and dying at the base of them

Broken open hoping as I ache for them

A doll shattered scattered across the wake of them

Skin tender at the seams where my bones break clean

Through to join the places placed in front of me

Hips splayed legs stray apart far away from each other

Under the pressure of being greeted by needs that need kneading

Eyes encounter Eden greedy seeing for moments

Before I fall, the scope of walls of blue blanketing my view

Take in clouds careful in my gentle palms

Drink in the air as I fall, graceful, calm

On on on, down to end life

Where it begins in him, spring from this

Waterfalls meet fall, getting wetter, treading water,

Foam churned, as rocks spurn waves

Covered coated soaking for days in the heady fragrance

Flavor of sea salts stalled on my tongue leaving thirst in it’s place

Take full long drinks of him, even eyes closed know his face

Teach my lungs the strength to bare the pressure at this elevation

Speech a hum at the length of my avid exploration

Tears sting eyes as I attempt to walk on limbs weary

Weakened by him, seated I surmise that I am due to succumb, undone

By the frantic anguish consequence of foolish love, I jumped

With eyes closed, clothes no longer necessary

On the other side, eyes look to be very cold, but no, actions often are incendiary,

And he heats the ground beneath my feet

I keep my teeth firmly fixed into my bottom lip

And breathe shallow breathes against the rocky planes of chests

Please let me be next, dropped into the burning bliss

Of secret volcanic grips

Building it from deep within

We sing songs from the cores to eager brims

And I sacrifice another life in spite of warnings, warming

Now to dangerous degrees, we meet, we speak words laced with heat

Eruptions end voices, now replete with gravel, grit, and smoke

We go we go we go

Back into the glow of open skies

Me, the night, heaven and men; the mountains where I choose to die