Swim

I’m dozing on the bank of this little creek

bubbling up toward consciousness

aware of your body breathing next to mine

The sound of my thinking rouses you

I mean, the stir of my body arouses you

there is movement in this still life, a splash

You have entered the water alone

dousing me with a frigid splash

stirring sediment into a cloudy haze

Encouragements to join your frenzied play

fall dripping on the grass, chilled by the spray

I feel alone on the shore, feigning slumber

Come back to me here, my love,

rest in my warm arms a little while 

let the mossy bank pet our animal pelts

Hesitate until the sleep has left my eyes

then dance me to the stream like a partner

and we will enter the water together

~Andrine de la Rocha

posted 3/4/2011