that you are
River
and I am
Tree upon the bank
I admire the shimmering gloss
of your
silky currents
your shining rippling
muscles
flashing under sunlight
or dappled beneath my
overhanging branches
You know me only
by the tiniest drop in temperature
as you slip beneath me
You slide past
always past me
and yet you never leave
And I
dripping with lust for
the sinuous contours
of your thighs
wait
my arms outstretched
to hold you once
should you notice me
But no
You flow silently past
cold water flooding my roots
You bring gifts
upon which I might comment
but these are but
the thoughts
the wishes
the dreams of
drowning men
they are merely
dead leaves
floating on your
brooding surface
And though my feet
feel you swirling
around them
And although
engorged with rain and tears
you rise
to eddy around my loins
from time to time
there is no
slowing from you
barely the slightest
disturbance of
your flow
