Mountain Climbing poem

In bed I am looking up at your face,
The size of Mt Rushmore from my sleepy perspective.
Let me scale your lips, hike your nostrils
To summit on your closed eyelid.
I had a hard start when I approached you,
But the climb got easier and now
My heartbeat is gaining momentum,
as I rappel back down to safety.

Will you belay me on my descent?
Heed my calls for slack?
My gear is manky but I have monkey toes.
I thought I was well within
The sphere of acceptable risk
When i began this climb,
But it is not a done deal,
and I won't call "safe,"
Until my feet touch dirt.