When she loves you she will prove it
with glacial patience and eternities of storms
carving sacred geologies into your planetary skin
filling it with peaks and gorges
majestically dismembered terrains
where jaguars roam in shadows
where seekers quest for visions that often find them
but other times escape to nests
like birds on the edge of a thundercloud.
Mark this place with petroglyphs
so you will never forget
here you drank the dew and starved
for one more drop
one more sign she cared
when every crevice of the world dripped evidence.
Paint the animals you hunted in her caves
then realize they are you and never hunt again.
You don’t need to search. You are not lost.
You are here in the palm of her hand
the gully between her breasts
and the soft forgotten folds of prehistory.
If you look up into the rain and drink it
you already know everything you need.
Caress the canyon and dance
in its unrelenting atmosphere
like all the other trees whose limbs embrace
and interpenetrate her like capillaries.
Dreams are mirrors. Fools refuse their gaze.
You can see it all from here
and she can see inside you too.