I want to kiss you everywhere, my love;
every place you can think of, I will press
my lips: The head of Dorset's Lulworth cove
while sailboats bob in the sea's wet caress.
The grassy flank of Glastonbury Tor.
Across Glen Canyon's shoulders. The Qingzang
railway's steep spine leaves us breathless for more.
The foot of Mount Tamalpais, the tang
of sorrel. Within the belly of the tomb
at Newgrange, blowing life into the bones.
Every place we visit becomes a womb
where new kisses are born. A passion zone.
I will explore you from mountain to cove;
I want to kiss you everywhere, my love.