limberlust
 

i would lie with you at the waters edge
where tongues and waves lapped
their rhythms
not knowing where one stopped and the other began

butterflies would alight on bare flesh
giving wings to earthly passion
at the field's edge where the lake waters
nourished and quenched
a summer's passion
in the marshland
in the past

cooling the heat of summer
and youth
a natural passion
mixing land water air and flesh

how many passions did you quench at the water's edge
burrowing into crevices moist and mossy
tracing streams of sweat and dew with fingers
salty tears and hearts
mired in sorrow
walking the marshland alone
feeling the pull of land and water and desire
as before
but finding memory to be only that
finding it no more
if it ever was
it now lies somewhere beneath a hardened heart of concrete
lawns and suburban life

nfh
x april 01

 
 
 

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