Earthen

I lie down in your eyes

the way I lie on the cool Earth,

nature as I am intended 

connected with some great Spirit,

rising up to meet me,

flush against my body 

carrying my weight like Atlas

and I do become them,

sod and grass 

gently tickling my carbon shell

encompassing my entirety,

a cocoon of soft soil and evergreen needles

such a scent, subtle 

wafting beneath,

above,

surrounding me,

melding into some strange shadowy alcove 

I have yet to explore. 

here, in your forest 

I may find fairies

or feinds 

but in such a moment,

when your terrestrial eyes dance over me

like a witch performing her ritual,

I do not care.