Naked at the lake between salamander bodies, I kiss
your face, handfuls of sunflower on my nipples.

With mountains behind me (to my surprise)
I have become a bouquet. Verdant hills

a family– a cheetah must hide in this wilderness.
I feel emerald eyes ogling me from somewhere

in space time– even in this reunion,
I want to be as naked as a cloudless sky,

as the eroded stone I stand on.

(originally published in The Sock Drawer, Fall 2020)