Mountain’s Son

(Originally written: June 9, 2019)

Eyes of charcoal
That glow without embers
He has you in his sights
You are as sure as his

Palms of bark
From chopping trees with their brother
He is going to carry you
With callused determination

Leathery skin
Moistened with salty sweat
He is going to hug you
With his musk

Ash stained lips
That taste of smokey bourbon
He is going to kiss you
With red lips of cinder

Coarse dense beard hair
That brings sandpaper to shame
He is going to scratch you
With his passion

An animal’s mind
From years of isolation
He yearns for company
You are now his