THE BODY BECOMES THE LANDSCAPE - MERIDEL LE SUEUR

The body becomes the landscape and my hands move over the soft rounded
hills of your body. My breath a warm breeze over the plains of your thighs,
stirring the pubic forest, awakening your sleeping phallus.

The body becomes the landscape and my eyes ascend the mountain range of
your ribs, ski the foothills of your neck, pause for breath beside your
nose, then dive into the lake of your gaze. Deep waters for my soul to
swim.

I lick the contours of your elbow, tasting and smelling your skin. The
bright sharp honey smell of warm aroused man triggers responses from my
synapses. I inhale your precious pheromones and the core of my being
ignites with desire. I feel my vulval juices being to flow, warm throbbing
in my cunt. Waiting, yearning to open before your onslaught. Unfolding like
the petals of a scarlet rose, warm and welcoming, inviting you in.

The body becomes the landscape. You lick the valley between my breasts,
tongue the crater of my navel, then slide remorselessly down my belly,
losing yourself in the cleft of my cunt.

The body becomes the landscape. You enter me. Your cock the plough that
opens my fields. I am the earth. Soft arable soil beneath your steely
ploughshare blade. I am opened, everted, turned inside out, ploughed,
planted, fertilized, and filled. I am all that grows and all that has ever
grown. You are the sun to my fertile soil, yours is the rain that
germinates the seed. We are one, we are god(dess). We are all: earth and
sky, field and seed, sun and rain. Aching as the ecstasy drains us, fills
us, empties us. A little death, a swift rebirth. Thou art god. The darkness
crosses your eyes and mine. I lose focus. You are all and none, I am
everything and nothing. I cry out ­ or is it you who cries? And in what
language? I am Isis calling to Osiris, Innana crying for Dummuzi, Isolde
for Tristan, Juliet in extremis calls for Romeo. We are Lady Chatterley and
Mellors, Cleopatra and Marc Anthony, Solomon and Sheba.

The tsunami of orgasm sweeps us both away. We fall gasping to the shore of
some foreign land. Looking at each other, knowing we have known each other
through all the ages and are still strangers. We smile ­ a little shyly ­
we laugh and kiss, holding each other loosely, all passion spent for now.
The body becomes the landscape, becomes one world, becomes two bodies,
becomes...

September 15, 1996