Author: Emma Wood
Poetry
Mountains
like rolling mountains,
the arch of your spine
takes me on a breathtaking
adventure
to the highest peak
of pleasure and the
lowest valley of
despair
it is a terrain I have
learnt to navigate ,
a landscape I have mapped
with the tips of my fingers
I stand at the summit
elevated and elated,
surveying the land
I know
your eyes
I claim as
my own