River
by Becca Nicolson
This place is a skin beat
A bare feet
Kind of heartache
The good kind
Amber skin dip
Hairs whispered in the wind hips relaxed
as i find my way down the bank
my mind, humming along.
wade and dive.
tug and toe.
Silt lines.
River.
A moving body
You know, the kind in motion.
mine within hers
I breathe out and she breathes in;
when I come for air -- it’s there,
waiting for me.
Seasons of space
expanse of serenity
surpassed extremity
Euphoria
i’m at war with a tension
until I release my breath
and weave upstream.
in practice it’s a-long these lines
I’m remembering now
I sung these kinds
Of songs before -- I guess I’d say they’re more
easy to follow along high tide stained pines
as bliss but this
Up stream, day dream
is why i came.
my eyes rest and the anger of the sun loves my face
freckling in the solitude of belly up drifting
everything falls away
but water
the will
of a moving body
the gift of attention, i give her
and her soul shaping mine,
a river.