28.Snowboarding
This phallic snowboard beckons my sensuality
The silence of the snowfall is playing
with my concentration
These blasted goggles hinder the shading of this god
forsaken run
Whipper snappers whipping by
Shredding by
Carving through my heart
They flow as if on water
Gorgeous, delicious airs
My heart stops as the cartwheels commence
I soar
My eyes close
I taste the mountain
This glorious creation of heaven
My body is taut and ripe
I give myself wholly and completely to the earth
and snow and ice
It takes me
Harder than my favorite lover
And the mountain eats me alive
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