I am the woman at the waters edgeoffering you oranges for the peelingknife glistening in the sun.This is the scent and tasteof my skin citon and sweet.Touch me and your life will unfoldbefore you easily as this skirtbillows then sinkslapping against my legs my toesfiltering through the rivers silt.Following the current out to seaI am the kind of womanwho will come back to hauntyour dreams move through yourhumid nights the way honeyswirls through a cup of hot tea
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.