We used to meet every day,
No matter who, no matter what... I was
there
I was just enchanted by your cold touch
on my feet
the whispers on my ear
Your tenderness on my skin
Now they say we can’t be together
That there is no way a woman can love you
They dont understand our love
They just “don’t get it”
This is why I’ll scape with you this morning
Let my body flow on yours
Let my weight slip on your stones
Take me there, where you are, we are one
Me, now, they say I am drawn
I am not
I am just full of you
My beloved river
July 27th 1924
from that woman who fell in love with a river
