The Torrent

The mountain rill drills to dissect
into ridges the slanting slope.
It tongues and scratches secretion
of fossil mud
from the crevices and fissures
until it sculptures

in a body of water, wetly wild
a woman's curves .Her hips swing
as moves the water way ,her waterfalling
tresses torrent down her back
washed with light. Skipping over several
steps and sills she arch poises

in the air
as if ever hopping down the chalking
depth below. Sunk too deep
in her watery mind
much she would like to recall
whence she comes, she cannot.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2021-01-11 at 11:44

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is quite nice.