lines on the earth

Latitudes and longitudes – I never could get them straight

Turns out they were curves,
running lightly cross the globe’s spine
The names of places whispered in her ear –
she giggles – who knew Atlas would be such a tender lover?

Latitudes and longitudes, never could keep them straight
the will to twist too strong
Havana, Sept-Illes, the Greeks had it all wrong
Earth climbs on her own two feet,
and Atlas just strolls along.

From his pockets bursts a bit of peach fuzz
he bites, and lets a sweet drop fall
from his fingers
to her cheek

As her neck arches to him, half the world falls asleep
the other half she wakes with a soft moan