The Girl on the Rocks

I picture you…
Out on the hot rocks
Of a secluded canyon river
Shaded by the trees
And Promontories.
Your dress clinging loosely
To the curves of your body.
Your hair wrapping
Around the corners of your face
And sticking to your cheeks
From the heat
And the waterfall’s spray
Swirling up into the air
And resting lightly on your skin.
The water,
It sings to us,
And I long to touch you
And your wet black hair,
And to run my hands up your legs
And to kiss your mouth,
But this is just a picture.
I sit all alone,
With you,
Hundreds of miles away.


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