we lay at
the edge of our geographies
we yearn for a breach
uncomfortable in the unknowing
sweat and lust and sand and salt
make love, make mischeif
draw a bath and just lay there
lose shadows interplay
it is the story of the fuck that I crave
the journey, the territory,
the communing with nature
low tide follows high tide
as surely as night follows day
i follow you beyond the rocks
to a secret cave
it is innocent as it is provocative
as ocean flows to sand to mountain
to pine forest to alpine lake
to waterfall to river system to jungle
to city to mine to dunes to ocean
to you to me to the edge of our geography