it was by the river bend, i remember.
hot and stormy, sheltered by the sky.
woven bracelets, baskets full of song.
the water reeds parted in the night
as my lips entered yours,
hidden beneath the water as we were.
release your hold.
break your power.
cry out in the doleful night.
i am aching for smallness again
under the tree boughs lain upon me.
i have not met you since, beneath
white sky, black clouds.
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