Between a rock and a hard place - Day 28 Poem

Erratic

Left behind by ice

ages ago,

this rock, warmed

by vernal equinox sun,

exposed to elementary

alteration, welcomes

deviation from the normal.

Air unseasonably balmy,

bedeviling insects unhatched,

they choose this boulder,

mossy baptismal font,

altar to their concupiscence,

for belated consummation

of primitive home.

Earth still damp with thawing

winter, muddies under

their shifting boots.

Outside, under the mid-day

sun, laces undone, bare

legs wrap around thrusting

blue-jeaned hips, skin

receives stone impression,

bits of moss, crushed leaves

cling, to be washed

away later.

This poem took a bit of time to write today. I had NO CLUE what to write, so I just went into my photos to look for some inspiration. I saw this picture, of what I've named Vernal Equinox Rock, and so, this poem took shape. Yeah, finally, a little bit of eroticism. Oh, and for those that don't know, an erratic is a rock or boulder moved from its source by glaciers. We got lots of em up in Maine. This is a pretty little one. But just the right size. Grin.

Note: concupiscence was The Fucking Word of the Day.