Poetry: His Seas and Landscapes

This poem's coming late in the night!

The weather was beautiful today, so we worked out in our yard for the first time since the snow began to melt. We planted a Honeycrisp apple and raked a lot of leaves and yard debris. Plus, I read some of my poetry at the Faxon Poet's anthology opening today.

Anyway, for today's prompt I wrote a poem about my favorite person...

His Seas and Landscapes
By Brittany Mishra

His face a window to dreams,

Arms spread over head

In a halo of forearms and elbows

Chest half covered by blankets and sheets,

Other half covered by a fog of hair

His chest rises and falls

The whole of him a salty sea

All in tidal sleep.

Small brown nipples soft pyramids

Built around his continent

And up among the canyons

And down among valleys

Between muscle and bone

The sweet curve of his neck

Gradual into rough forests

Of five o’clock shadow.

His body an invitation

To curl beside him

And travel familiar lands

Set sail my hands

Upon his calm seas.