He begins at her plain forehead
With a nuzzle of pale orange.
Along the crest of her green shoulders,
His fingers trail pink, shadows of goose bumps
Prickling her outline in their wake.
As his plasma lips near the rising hills
Of her bosom
And then the curved small of her river valley back,
His breath reddens and warms.
Its whispering breeze sends the branches of her skin shivering,
And the seas along her isthmus legs rippling.
She is all the creatures, the trees and the soil,
And he is the cosmos, the weather and the star.
But before the wedding night falls
And leaves both to restful darkness,
He kisses the cliffs of her feet
In one last flicker of orange and violet-red.
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