Her skin was like the result of a volcano.
It flowed on, and ebbed to the touch.
At any moment I felt it could
Erupt, and destroy me.
I was conscious of vast oceans
Of molten lava beneath,
As if she masked
Shifting tectonic plates below.
Amidst her peaks and valleys,
Glaciers, Wind and Fire,
Pounded material into submission.
To lie next to this
Reservoir of energy, this
Hot and heavy
Heavenly body,
Rotating and Revolving
To its own rhythm,
Was to dance
With life.