Journey To The Center Of The Earth

He put his lily-white hands on her bare shoulders
and kissed her neck and then her nipples.

His tongue dove into her navel,
journey to the center of the earth,

the downward spiral,
crystal stalactites glowing,

soothing water rushing up
into the chambers,

heat filling the pipes,
the underground river a boon

to those without the sun and moon.
Love this deep down into the earth

must be excused and not left to luck.
Up on the surface we can not love like this.

We should make this our home,
he whispered in her ear, her naked body glistening,

the core of the earth so hot
and beautiful.