My fingers trace your landscape
From neck to thigh,
Your back a rolling plain
In the image of Gaia.

You are the Mother in microcosm.
I am the all-encompassing Aleph.

Electric shivers when we touch
Wake passion in the bones of the world.

— Stace Johnson, 2004

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