Swans And The Swimming
"Take me again," she said, thinking of him"To the pond with the swans and the swimming"Far from his room the familiar perfumeHow it felt to her when she was nakedLessons she learned when her memory slursAs they marvel with love at the sunsetWalking away at the dark end of dayShe will measure and break like a habitOh how the rain sounds as light as a lover's wordAnd now and again she's afraid when the sun returns
"Take me again," she said, thinking of him"I don't care for this careful behavior"A brush through her hair, children kissing upstairsKeeps her up with her want for her saviorThe sun on the sand, on her knees and her handsAs she begs for her fish from the waterBut turn them away, she's a whip and a slaveGiven time she may find something betterOh how the rain sounds as loud as a lover's wordsAnd now and again she's afraid when the sun returns