Literature
river girl
her eyes
made of pools that ripple when they blink,
and shed droplets that wash up onto
her riverbank cheeks
when she cries. she's the
river girl, hands soft that will
gently tug you under
the surface to hold you against
her breast-
soft swells in the bed of sand.
she's hollow and yet full of
sorrow, with silvery
fish swimming in and out between
her ribs. with lips like seaweed
that caress you, your wrist
your shoulder, your
neck. she rests you against her silken
body, like a lover
she'll always hold you-
always trap you.
untamed, she is
unwanted. unloved, she is the
lonely river girl.