you are shielded well
by your chastity belt
of tall timbers and
steep craggy cliffs which
stop the most ardent admirers
from touching the
tips of your Tetons
while far below
narrow rugged canyons
strewn with boulders
reflect the concern of
your natural parents

but in the lost time before predawn
with stealth while
quiet darkness stills the night
comes the light fog like a lover
slowly and gently enveloping you
running his hands over your body
reaching into all
of your hidden crevices and caves
searching for your soul
leaving a little dampness
where you need it most

but suddenly your father the sun
stirs the light
and rapidly as he approaches
your secret lover
fog hurriedly retreats
vowing to return again
when next your father sleeps

08/01/2007