The Wind and the Mountain

I am the wind.
Hail and ice.
Water and daggers of obsidian. 
I speak my mind, and cut with shade.
I bless the earth with my wet dance, and flowers to bloom.
Healing mist of a morning due.
Deathly hollow screams in the night.
Cool breeze on a sunny day.
And there you stand, mountain.
The one who does not fear or tremble or bend to my push.
Unyielding in your admiration of my chest and thrust.
You see me.
You smile.
And you stand there.
Unshaken.
Absorbing my dew.
In your valleys I rest my head.
Hugged by your minerals and metals.
Enriched is the soil of our love.
Beautiful is the sunset against the clouds of our heaven.

The boy

There is a boy who lives at the edge of the water

By the ocean 

Beside the forest 

There he stands, nude, I said, but saw nothing 

His skin milky soft 

Honey down his cheeks 

Thighs so thick, he can lift the sky 

A mind so sharp, the sun fears his cuts of shade 

Eyes of almond tears 

And hair as black as coal 

A boy lives by the ocean 

He is to be followed 

Wind cool of mist, and weary of the heat 

My embrace thirsts for his kisses

Dear bird on the tree

Why do I fear so much 

No! She said to me

You melt to him 

Ocean, I want more! 

She said yes

Ocean, what do I do 

Go to him, and left him go? 

Yes, she said yes. 

The Mother Earth is soft 

And speaks only through supporting you 

She tells me and gives me a path

To him 

But what is this in my way? 

Love 

Money 

Books 

Naked sexy boys 

AIDS? 

The boy has no fear

Ocean, will you heal me? 

No! Rain will heal you

In the curve of your back, you will have power

Die everyday 

And live 

To know, the boy is with you through earth.