She Went to The River

She went to the river,
She never thought twice
She went to the river,
The river of ice
Slowly she removed the blouse of silk
From her back
Carefully undid her skirt
And let it fall unwrapped
She cut with her fingers,
The cold river sighed
She wanted the water
The water inside
She walked to the center,
Unbraided her hair
Stepped out of her panties
And left her breast bare
Stretched out on the ice
She dug into it slowly,
Methodically punching
The half frozen floor
The blood from her fingers
Helped warm them, but only
Until it froze over a moment,
No more
No more
He watched from the tower,
He saw her below
Her physical power would melt
Like the snow
But not so the power
Of crystal decision
The lock of the mind
In undaunting precision
On the window,
A flower he’d bought to her
Bought, but forgotten to water
The night rolled in slowly,
But did not bring sleep
Her opening was only a few
Inches deep
But as she pressed her head
Down to the unyielding shell
She could hear the water
Almost well
Morning crept in cautiously,
Fearing what it’d find
A ring of clothes around on Opening of the mind
And the water humming
For beneath
She is mine
And the water humming
For beneath
She is mine
She is mine