Amethyst absently poses
above the swimming hole
in her native Elegance
her shiny feathered hair
spilling over the reflective surface
I admire her there .
as if staring through the Crystal Waters to the bottom
captivated by the glare
that hangs on to her
like a daring train track Surfer
and I mistake my own heartbeat
for the rhythmical echo
of a tribal shamanic ritual
opening my mouth in awe...
yet no words escape
to compliment the visual .
I lean down instead for a drink
for a moment connecting my lips to hers in the wavering Mirage
I think that she noticed what I'd done our Rosie glances
darting the outskirts of each other
ho-hums and la di Das
Whistling Dixie
briskly treading along the pool
hurriedly relaxing
and then responding
to her summons like a fool.
for when I turned to her Direction
her soaking foot
lifted a tsunami
to expertly meet then
my astonished face
I wondered how much training it took
to bend water with her feet
and she walked just like
a Siamese cat
along the rim of the sparkling Creek
and then along back
I beckoned for her to come in
but she was leary of revenge
against the splash
whenever I closed my eyes
to float on the Stillness
she'd tiptoe closer
while I allowed myself
to drift coincidentally toward her .
in a moment the silence shatters
to reveal all out War!
surprising her
I break through
the borders of the shore
she screams for me to stop
and to rescue her from myself
Where I pledge a vow
that I will not
an undeserving maiden help!
the gale force of a wind gust
just then
throws us into one another's arms
to kiss
but instead we bump heads
so hard
that the attempt is missed
and then instead
we both fall over
the drop off
jump
submerged in a panic
lungs stop to rest
but in this new privacy
unites our tongues
both kingdoms surrender
now that world peace is won
and a sigh of relief
Rustled through the leafy fingers
of the white willow
with its fingerish fishing poles always dipping
As if bated for minnow
And then
Amethyst absently poses
above the swimming hole
in her native Elegance
her shiny feathered hair
spilling over the reflective surface
I admire her there .
as if staring through the Crystal Waters to the bottom
captivated by the glare
that hangs on to her
like a daring train track Surfer
and I mistake my own heartbeat
for the rhythmical echo
of a tribal shamanic ritual
opening my mouth in awe...
yet no words escape
to compliment the visual .
