Lonely Landscape by Lady Panther

Written as an ode to my body in the midst of a sexual dry spell.

The red wheat dances in the breeze
Two emeralds sparkle in the sun
By the rhythmic waters of a leading river
Flowing between the two mountains
And through to the bruised and burned desert
Meeting at a small lonely thirsty lake bed
Yet flowing further toward its fall
Descending into the split forest feeding the foliage
Before plummeting to its awaiting pool
Pounding the boulder and cascading into the ocean
The fertile banks holding the gentle floods
As they pulsate and crash to shore gently
Long stretches of untapped land on either side
This peninsula barren and unpopulated
These lonely lands quivering with an earthquake
Shifting separating further apart
Then laying dormant for years
With only the ocean and sky as its company
These beautiful untapped landscapes
Longing for attention and tending