Water Woman
Gypsy GirlText Box: Water Woman I don’t want to kiss you. I want to taste you, my tongue rolling over rivers of your body, my mouth salivating from salt of your oceans, fingers rocking in morning waves of you hair. This old stone heart crashing against shores of your liquid love, against me now, and then washing away, rhythm of moon and tide; an island surrounded by torrents of your glistening beauty, soft, young, moving, brittle with green. Your voice a song of the sea, your soft foam words swirling around this broken shell of my ear, I lie beached upon your vacant thoughts washed up washed up and if only I could want you, if only I could want you in ways less than I want you, woman of watery waves, oh woman of a lonely and wet grave. If only you would trickle through these fingers, I would touch your currents my hands swirling whirlpools of your spilling desire. I am swimming now I am drowning I am swimming I am drowning my heart sinks through shimmer of water, and I taste you I taste you, my tongue brushing against coral of your mouth and then you pull away I watch a moist smile I watch curious blue eyes and you slip away you slip away through my fingers and you slip away warm and gentle rain you slip away through my fingers slip away just like warm and gentle water Jim Larwill