Winter 2010 Issue

Long and lean, rolling through the narrows
like a river at midnight
you are shadow and reflection
curves and dips; thrust and suckle
Still, I hear what I wish had been
fluid,
rush,
arch,
sigh,
kept in line and out of the river bed.
One moment
stilled like a photograph
Naked, overexposed
Dark, far and locked in memory
modesty becomes underexposed.
The dipper above poured starlight
into laughter
Mirrored below laughter poured into starlight.
I find I am thirsty
Safe between your banks
keeping river bed dry
you are afraid I will drown.
I won’t.
I want to run fingers over
cup and flow; skin to skin
nipples pebbled
breath shallow and hard
touch and tease
teeth on tendons
stretch and seek
roll, pull, thrust and moan
salt swept from your skin
tongue tangled in you
on you
over and under.
White reflected on night
Laughter as an aphrodisiac
I want the water on my mouth
down my throat.
Hard and soft you are the river
And I
am
thirsty.

Resa Mai balances her time like a
clown and mixes her writing one
shot at a time.