Tekkoo Heinrich

(Denmark)

The first time


I was walking in the woods
I was smelling the fresh and spicy air
When I was coming to a lake - the water brush like in a circle
The circle was raising from the clear water - like a statue of water spinning around
The shapes change and I see you - for the first time
I see the beauty of a womans body created by the lake
I see your eyes - like a sunshine
I see your hear - like a storm in the wind
I see your hand reach out of me
I try to reach out to meet yours
I touch the water - for the first time
I see the water splash down on the lake
You dissapear from my eyes
For the first time - a small cruise on the water told me
It will not be the last time...

Submitted: Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Edited: Wednesday, July 22, 2009

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