Arching over to whisper
I could only be stilled by her husky voice
While the water dripped on my bare skin
I brush aside her hair
She looks at me with gentle eyes
Her skin, like dusk , like melting time
She smiles gently, moving into an embrace
She wore no threads, and my hands could feel
But my eyes were transfixed
Into her voice, she was real , but I was in a dream
Floating in multitudes of poetic rivers
As she laughed at my helpless stare
She caught my face and held me near
I was awake, yet transfixed
Merging into a pool of madness
Delirious, but without a care
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