viewing into reflections of the water
seeing itself being the enchantrice
dropping into a tongue, one tongue exploring the next
tongue to tongue as if it was beckoning to lick
exploring each hollow or your knees, clavicles, intentions
skin of smoothness, skin of splash
a copulating rhythm to a Costa Rican breeze
water falling in on itself
the curl of a waves lips kissing your entry into a river’s hole
surrounding you with pressure, a touch around your face and neck
to respect the river, knowing its changing power, its permissions
a biting , rocks to make you respect her depth
a love of adjusting, paddles pulling through pools of reason
feeding the wave with a paddle carefully chosen to stroke her
with firmness yet without directives
a paddle chosen for its show or as nature’s own
ladling in her inebriating nectar
sharing her intoxicating syrup
entering into the mouth of the water as the beginning
to a continuation to better know your kiss
mesmerizing me to know your edges, your hips, legs, eddies and pools
being the dance of my boats continuation
through the shower of your water, the sparkle of the light across your eyes and breasts, clinging and hugging against my boat
timeless pulsing rhythm of your desire for me to love you more working over and over me
can’t sleep without my hips, my muscles, memorizing in my sleep your every movement