The kingdoms of her undulating valley

The kingdoms of her undulating valley
are dancing orange fire. The violin music
and lilting flute melody, the Sun sets
and the thunder makes a sound. I sleep

in the caves of her body, in the shade
of her trees, in the musty scented forest
that guards her sex. The kingdoms of her body
are ungovernable. The broad celestial music

of planets in the sky, the old language
of lights that move. I can remember when
the horizon was represented by watercolor

and I couldn't tell the difference. I am
that I am not the truth. The kingdoms of
her undulating valley receive weather.