Water

rhythmic-lyrical streamlets of water run down my body
like poetry when I’m inspired,
like someone turned the faucet on with their voice.
the smell of my wet skin
is coiled around me,
permeating through the years –
it’s always been the same and I
have always loved it.
Morning water pushes on and across me,
heat
and comfort
making my nakedness happy with itself,
as your nakedness does –
matching, beautifully fitting in
with my curves
knowing the way
the so-closely-fitting two halves
to a whole lot of love,
the two feelings
which make up everything in between.
Knowing the way,
and like your fingers the water follows
only you and it know my body so well
the paths
its way

January ’07

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2 Responses to “Water”


  1. 1 fivereflections December 21, 2007 at 10:24 pm

    you paint yourself a masterpiece – lovely

  2. 2 Bec December 23, 2007 at 3:11 am

    Thankyou very much.


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