by Glen Martin Fitch
What did enduring Atlas think of his Earth?
Did he ever give it a good look?
Stretch his Titan shoulders of the burden
And peer at the seas and islands and peaks?
My love, you are my world to cherish.
Every dimple, every hair is my delight.
I long to embrace you from behind
and hold you as we drop to our knees.
As Atlas I'd push Arabia and Asia aside,
Kiss India with the Monsoon of my lips,
and explore from the Himalayas to the pole
the curious Urals with my tongue.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011