The earth is in our hands. How shall we hold it?
Shall we cradle it, rock it to sleep with gentle cooing noises? Shall we remove our hands and place it in a thick glass case, where it can be viewed and preserved?
Devour it passionately?
Or consume it as slowly as possible, as one might savour a just-overripe peach?
Perhaps we could throw it over our heads and around our bodies, and wear it as our clothing.
We should put it down, perhaps, embrace it like we both are insatiable lovers.