Sunlight-etched hair swims in china sky
and frames your blue deep water eyes.
My senses shocked smooth by river’s zest
have space only for you.
I close my eyes as you kiss me,
feel your lips on mine; the tip of your wet tongue,
your body’s warmth, breasts against my chest;
stretched out together – my hand on your head,
stroking your river-washed hair.
You ebb, and the calming waters sparkle
to the swan’s caress,
reflecting autumn trees,
yearning hopelessly for a fish’s kiss;
making empty rings in the evening light you love.
Now the light drains into the waters,
and the river moistens the darkness, expectantly.
Naiads are river nymphs.