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She waits by the stream as she promised

she would, If the Big House feels safe and
the going is good. She smiles with her
eyes, gives a tilt of the head and we
sink to the ground with the moss for a
bed. Shes the fount of the magic of all
woman kind, music and poetry come
flooding my mind. Her skin is the
breath of the newly mown hay. She
lights up my life as the sun lights the day. With
bodies so tense that we feel they must burst, our
mouths fight to quench and unquenchable thirst.
Limbs all entwined we just lie by the stream
reliving whats gone in a beautiful dream.
She says, I must leave with the world wide
awake. You know I cant linger, theres too
much at stake. She floats over the field like
the midsummer breeze, until lost to my
view in the shade of the trees.