The heat here fuzzes out from the stone, mosslike, a tactile presence. It bends the rock to meet us, cradling hip and spine, shoulders, neck and thighs. Earth-spooned we settle and fuse, half-molten, gravel voices gone to flow. We compress. I can taste the grain of you, breathe your quartz like air. As you fold into me I reach down to dip my fingers within us, and they dissolve. The heat of your mouth passes through me - I tremble, I ache, pressure thudding as we meld here, so deep, and make the mountains dance.
Toby MacNutt is a queer disabled interdisciplinary artist, author, and teacher living in Burlington, VT (USA). Recent publications of Toby's work include Kaleidoscope, Strange Horizons, and Liminality magazines; collection in Transcendent 2 from Lethe Press; and monthly poems released with Patreon support. For more, see tobymacnutt.com or twitter @tylluan.