Suspended above
Time

on a little rickety bridge

that almost
touches the water

we watch
time & time again

as water
caught & curved

by rocks
& boulders

forms a woman
& then un-forms
her

here
breasts appear
and then float away

there
the curve of a hip

and faster now

there
her
Sex
urgent & demanding

shaping
& un-shaping
itself.

“Reminds me of me! ”
You say.


“Yeah...”
I say
“...all the way! ”

We return to the hotel
where we recreate
Mother Nature.

Me all hard rock
& boulder

you a woman
made of water.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/made-of-water/