Topography

Tue, 05/01/2018 - 02:20 -- 1nwao

O' Kilimanjaro, let me be the climber you'd allow to mount your apex
O' Dell, flourishing by the stream, let me eat on your tectonic plates
Oh so crystal-clear ice, let me be the warmth that melt your glaciers
Your center of attraction greensward, like a pitch in a prairie,
Covered by brume, like you're from the Marrakesh Oasis
Reuniting confluences down at the meander belt
Evolve with me, let's form an alluvium
Mouth agape as your mounds rise like Cono de Arita on salty ground
Eyes gaze as your feet tethers between air and land
Do not dampen me as a Marsh,
keep me buttressed so I don't sink under your scratch
As I attempt to slip through that basin, still hooked to the panoramic scene
Take me with you, as fast as a hurricane would, let's go upstream,
As tidal waves swimming along in rapids, speeding through the main
Roaring as water breaking on shore, make ways for me on your plains
Be the lake that irrigates me, bury me deep in your essence
In fact, be for me a lacustrine
O let me test thee with both feets
And if I drown, before I inhume myself,
Exhume me ashore to the Loire valley
So I can see how your cliffs soar above me
O grand canyon, I'll still love to slide or maybe, glide through your crevices
For I can't help but admire the way you're carved diligently
Secure me boulders, wrap your arms and legs around me as the steady rock you are
I'll love to see the caverns you've engineered deep within
So, permit me to peep into those shadowy caves
Albeit, it's not just that permission I seek
Of course, I'll also love me a sip to taste
Your alluring topography is why am showering accolades
Galloping through Steedlike but riding steadier than a hard current
In all these many varieties, just as different landforms
Come daughters of men, assuming features of their #lionessmoms
For a son of man to only want one, he must be truly love-struck
African beauties with curves circling ground and tits pointing skywards
European cuties replete with noses rising like hillocks
Asian hippies with mouths like blowholes spitting warmth
Having one spec is tantamount to being on an Isle and thinking you've seen all of earth!

This poem is about: 
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