N Karasa 11/09
note: published in AW magazine
WHITE WATER LUST
surrounded in your sense, in just being
water nymphs taking and filling me
with excitement for leaving a life awash
heaving waves, surround me, consume me
the mouth of a world, soft bosom in my face
not a friend, not a love, but a lust
me, needing to be wanted for being you
just good enough, understanding enough, a good, a great lover
coming up for air only for a short while
demanding all my thoughts, my feelings on your time
losing myself in your embrace, wet
changing your mood, sometimes asking
most often freely changing from easy or teasing
to turbulent or wild, asking, me to be
vigilant, free, there for care
I ladle your sweet syrupy river of life
with my paddle, welcoming, moist for me
always wanting to be ready
a wild soft underbelly
an uncradled home
ravishing crystalline edges and a bubble necklace
deep green tongues of water and sparkling eyes
lit only to be able to splash your face
to illuminate
the depths of your fathomless beauty
whirling pools of mystery from
a past time beckoning, swirling
shown only so as not to go in
you pull me into your breath, breathe
I kayak, a breath bigger than my air