That’s water under the bridge now,
collecting stones and fish.
tumbling through weeds,
disturbing muddy banks.
low key harmonies ring through the air,
a womans sultry needs.
sweltering heat pushes at her skin,
already slick with moisture.
shes alone in a post modern forest,
waiting for his twin.
the breeze drifts by,
silenty caressing her face,
she starts to cry.
he wears a guilty grin.
he tears are heavy with regret,
she lays her head against cool stone.
the trees sway with delicate pause,
the water passes by like the ability to forget

Elsa Bear

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lonely-waters/