The Explorers

[heslopian]

the emptiness of this new world
I devised for you and I,
yet know not what awaits our tread
as we ascend the hills, mountains,
making love in streams, by trees,
washing, eating, laughing here,
tramping through the herbage there.

oh lumbejack, my pioneer,
your muscles sinewy and lean,
hosting their own hillocks
through which our dopplegangers roam.
mirroring the sodomy
that has become our cakes and wine;

I would fight you, beat you, grope you,
love you again like faith renewed,
build fires then chant your name,
once the nymph of sleep has come
and defeaned you to all life's songs...

mount you like a loyal steed,
fill you like an ale mug,
score the meadows with our love.

caress you on the browing grass,
then gather what supplies we have
as you prepare our daily route.