Blue Stones

Blue Stones

You lie naked upon the blue stones
beside the still water in the cave
your body is ripe for fertilizing
open for the song of the phallus.

Your wide hips vanish into the
soft roundness of your exquisitely
rounded buttocks
and I want to reach out
and touch those wondrous places
where you taste like metallic rain that
raises the gills of mushrooms and
knows the entrance into every crevice.

I am shaking in all my bones.