Magpie #98 The River Flows Gently Smoothly Softly

Magpie #98 The River Flows Gently Smoothly Softly

Magpie #98 The River Flows Gently Smoothly Softly
The River
a gentle man
who sanctimoniously
crosses himself twice
before he delves into her dwelling place
as she barely reaches the river
holding onto branches
softly swaying to the sounds
of riverrocks burblings
twisting and turnings
a slip sliding of over-flow
endless streams of incoming
never held back
trying out his heel to toe stability
trying to stop the endless push by wind
waves cat paws scratch
reclaiming his property rights
eroding his power of tenacity
his backwash banks
sliding into her carried along
her swift-footed stream
mounts water pressure
erode his resolve to his earth, his soil
and then she plows through
his earthen domain
as he
in the process
causes her edges
flickery wisps of water
without end
she bears down
asserting her right to resist him
to exist
this old river woman
there where two energies met
God had touched them then
right there
made them one
Earth and River
first contact had been made
as rocks fused them
melding them like steel
as she refused to remember or recall
the pungent smell of ozone in the process
the night of the thunderous dark lightening
made them merge as one
pray for your
powerful energies
to set the slaves free
now formally let go into the wild rafting wilderness
released the hounds
those dogs who howl
when the water reflects the moon
dipping into the refreshing pools
of Bethesda
whose wild horse spirit
layered beneath
deep realms of consciousness
clear visions
of evergreens
lit up like a holy tree
as all is as calm surface
as one would expect
from a woman of means
who’d push these ancient waters
the aquifer
once atrophied
his lush red clay
slathered as she slithered
empathetic powers
aware of every movement
every moment
every electric impulse
ephemeral spray her atomizer
brackish depths
she is an unknown
igniting her sparkling mix
of earth
sky and
utterly transformed
he caresses her
snake-like she
meanders like a banshee
far away
past time
past space
into the holding pattern
she of the two sisters
shores his heart
giving shelter
held in a permanent
whirlpool of twirl
holding eternity
is her element
space echoes endlessness too
the magic red canoe bobs like a life buoy
waiting her toss of hair
a spaceship
as this he gives and she take
echoes this exchange
of divine ultra feminine
and sacred entirely masculine
pushing against swells
his thighs waded out to her
her thick brush like seaweed
and trunks of trees
she let go
and he did also
bending into her
eroding her unresolved energies
into a pool of bliss
as her majestic rivers renewed
his fullness slowly unleashed
to oh’s and awe’s
her mournful mountings
became gentle trickles of raindrops
condensed from passion’s
heaving cleaving wanton desires
that tickled her smooth touchable surface
as she closed her eyes and feel sleep
bright green and gold shafts of light
awoke her
this morning time
transcend her transparentness
the banks shimmering
leaving her qualifying contours
the thing about water
as it made her
cold and damp
standing there still naked in the sun
the cold breeze sent shivers down
her spiny backbone
essential river woman
shivering with emotion
now the shaking like aspens
recalled how she did convulse
the day his passion enfolded her
her body remembered now
this earth between her skin
with life of the lit sun-tipped
his energizing powers
earth man magic
snaking around her tributaries
meander hither and yon
around her maiden hair
beyond view
beyond any formal vision
love had known before