Minchones the River of Summer
A gypsy of a rivers edge
in summer sun unclothed in skin
she lay within natures naked message
As if the timeless waters run
and to pools the hours and minutes come
to hold her for the fascination of a spell
And heady in memories photograph
she steps there barefoot upon the rocks
a liquid music played within her bodies form
It was the mountains and their mystery
an instinctual embrace of sensual unity
she held in the gentle secrets of her eyes
This flow by light of love it danced
weaving its scintillation into my heart
upon her loom these threads of me entranced
This all of passion, this all of her in obsession
such is a cravings delight for all her curves
she bids me to the wanting only kisses serve
By the waters edge this gypsy treads
a ripples shimmer and sultry message
in this memory still transfixed am I to speechless
Moments etched so perfectly onto my soul
as if in timeless to pools the hours and minutes come
to hold me in the fascinations of her spell
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