nature boy

determined to take me,

my men crash into rapids

with tender violence projected.

fortunately the current

turned the stream and

all were unable to resist.

compelled to let loose,

extravagant hands

became employed

in secret baggage.

i went up to the head

and forgot my language

on repeat:

a precisely different

shape of the tongue.

we joined halfway in relations

with that big horned animal

while the downpour advanced.

the storm made us wet:

we desired

to remain so all night.

those wee hours

were steep, rocky, black,

twice covered with fur.

river cotton and willow wood

kept vining in and out of us

until daybreak came

again.