Landscape

Again and again your backlit body
Hovers over me like a canopy
And I lay in the shade gazing
At your nipples like twin stars
Which I rotate in the pleasure orb
We form with the connectedness
Of our bodies, mouth to mouth
And sex to sex. We are a ring
To be broken with explosions
And failing arms. This rocking
Is deceivingly peaceful;
As I look at you, my quaking sky,
I recall: We burn
In the landscape we are moved by.