My Journey

The base was cold and uncovered
Up the parallel paths I continue
The temperature rising where they two meet
Slight undergrowth in that heat.

Smooth plains now I must cross
A small indention in the middle
To the base of the twin peak
How much farther must I seek?

Across the wide expanse
Then narrowing and smooth terrain
Up and over a gentle swell
To the soft and supple edge of the well.

I lean over to peer in
And move close enough to touch
I’ve never know such bliss
As when we shared our first kiss.

©2004 Skitch

What a journey! Almost too intimate to share. But I'm glad you did.