A warm, soft, porous rock
Tumbling through the world
For thousands of years
From desserts to beach shores.

A warm, wet, porous rock
Invisible life making me balk
Lizards resting on top as I
hear their contented purrs,
now we're allies in a moment's spur.

A warm, hot, porous rock
Grabbed from sand by Xoran
hands, she's such a gawk.
And I'm held against her face.

A warm, shiny, porous rock
Put to the fire and then rested on top
Of scaly, gentle, caressing hands
The world bigger from this high above.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Valnuary, in the year 1008 AF.