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River Erotics

Article by Allic Rennie February 14, 2015

This is not
a poem about
stumbled upon nymphs
or a goddess cupping water
in hand and lacing it into her hair

This is a poem about
river mud dug up
smeared from chest
to thigh

about your challenge
across the campfire
to the middle of the pond panties in reed grass
your shoulders
in the dark water

When you say
river
I imagine your
knee angled
out of the sheet
to catch cool
night air

When you say
come here
I am dipping my face
into spring water

Lying together after
we are feet
shedding sand
onto floor-mats

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