Ancient Beauty

By Moonlight’s ear
by Ocean’s eye
by Sunshine’s dust
we sleep on primeval ground taking solace in camp tonight.
Ancient Beauty, sublime, gowned in twilight
stars are kissed by her cod lips, fashioned when red earth oozed like lipstick
in a hot rush, lavish gush, a wrinkled crater, snoring gaper;
by Morning’s light we awake to her heaving breasts
undressed of blue silhouette 
see stump scars have bruised her flesh.
Logs shift swiftly – black tar conveyor belt – rogues snap rubber – white lines dash – 
as Nature is driven mad by man.
Ancient Beauty wakes, shakes, fells man from her flesh
bellows, a howling hot mess, a cleanse, mud mask finish
a reminder to not forget. 
By Moonlight’s ear
by Ocean’s eye
by Sunshine’s dust
we sleep on primeval ground feeling Ancient Beauty’s lips 
breathing down our necks.

Thanks to Captain Tenneal for the use of your Flickr pic 🙂