her face was a river, round.

her hands and arms, the reach and gathering of tide.

her two legs the way water begins and ends.

her hair, the mane of waves in a storm.

I was there.

her imagination roams, and now is including me.

her eyes, lingering, taking a measures worth.

her lips, oh her lips, sailing, making way to home.

her voice ever shadows my ears.

I took comfort there.

and water, when you look, is all made of threads.

since the sea was born, till she lays me down,

I was there.       I still am.

 
 
 
blue water art above by Kerfe.   with permission, thanks.