Suspended above
Time
on a little rickety bridge
that almost
touches the water
we watch
time & time again
as water
caught & curved
by rocks
& boulders
forms a woman
& then un-forms
her
here
breasts appear
and then float away
there
the curve of a hip
and faster now
there
her
Sex
urgent & demanding
shaping
& un-shaping
itself.
“Reminds me of me! ”
You say.
“Yeah...”
I say
“...all the way! ”
We return to the hotel
where we recreate
Mother Nature.
Me all hard rock
& boulder
you a woman
made of water.
Such glorious glowing imagery...the things you see in the things you see! Love..it! love Debbie Debs
You are capable of such beauty and a unique way of seeing the ordinary. Your love poems just shine in such a special way that they simply delight and amaze me. love GinaXXX
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Dear Boulder...as always, you go right to the heart of connecting nature to love, love to nature, without a single misstep or stub of toe! Water