Serpentine
River
Summer
Touches of a doe’s tongue
At the tail end of a slithering brook
Pools with other thoughts
In emerald eyes that beckon thirsty souls.
In your repose
Casual legs caress the sun,
Splayed toes cool the sand
As you gaze without shame
Upon the emerging boulders.
As sure as the madrone
That leans toward your raised cup
I approach the shimmering threshold,
Pause for a breeze of doubt
Then join the silky dance
Of your collected dreams.
