WATER

Some days I soak my feet in your shallow cool water

and my feet are loved.

My toes splash in the puddle left by last night’s rain fall creating a spot of envy burning on the soft white flesh just above my ankles.

It won't wash away.

The skin that runs the length of ankles to calves,

slightly tanned having been subject to your peace place sun café 7 a.m. good mornings, is even more desirous of those tiny toes.

It begrudges my feet their puddle love play.

The thighs with which I show my impatience, my nerves, my sexual tension,

part and meet

cross and uncross

with constant moving moments that inhale impatience, exhale long drawn out seconds masquerading as zen

but I assure you that my cage is rattling.

Wishes, prayers, begging.

Silently as flesh does beg.

Silence and stillness.

Eyes focused, uninterrupted but seeing nothing around me.

I sit gazing from the spot within,

where secrets of impetuous woman want flesh reside

and stay always smoldering, like embers in me.

I like to stoke the fire.

Carnal craving creature, I feel primitive rise and the sounds of my secrets have me heaving, sweating and just barely touching my

parting, crossing, parting, crossing thighs.

Caressing.

This fog is heavy on me, so heavy that I might just fall back upon the dirt, the rock, the sand

or the fire pit burning

and lay out for you my everything.

To be down low with dirt and man.

Pinned under you like rock and pressed up against the earth like I have roots.

Close in flesh to the fires of hell and close in ecstasy to the divine spaces of heaven.

I call out for Jesus but I look at you.

So that your wet love warm drips down upon me, carried on your heavy breath you drop in mounds,

sensually

along my thin hips bones and wide thigh curves.

Me with fire pit embers and you come bringing the rain.

Smoke rises and I wade in this love like water on the edges of riverbanks in dark early hours when secrets are sweet sweet sins.

I am quiet and it takes me to freedom.

You, with your shallow cool water that puddles at my feet,

so I am free

and my feet are loved.