nature's anatomy

the palms wet their feet
by the mouth of the sea

waves curl up as a million hungry tongues
aiming for their invisible cheeks

the moon reduces to a thumbnail
sketch

the cliff overlooks
with an underbite

endless hourglasses
spilled their guts
on the shore
I wonder who twisted their wrists

mist hangs on the row of pines
heading up the hills
like shampoo foam
on spiked hair

I size up her anatomy
bit by bit
but still can't sum her up

nature remains the eternal virgin
elusive to my lustful eyes