Wet And Wild

she is wet and wild
in the river and she plunges
and swims into the depths
looking for the
golden fish, her dream

she detests my longings
for once i was the moon
and the night was sad
and the whispers of love
had all been gone
eaten by the mouths of the wind

in love with her
i have learned the art of the transformers

what she does not know is this:
i have become the river
because i love her.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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