Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
the color of Virginia red clay,
Buddha-squats in my driveway silently
inviting the sun-spent rain
coalescing in ever greater
to rush under her pinking pelvic patch
and quench her newly emerged thirst.
I adore and admire her –
perfectly suited to expose herself
to these passionate elements
for long nights of meditative solitude
intermingled with moonlit love making
amidst equisetum stalks at pond edge.
Did my soul long to inhabit her form
but incarnate in the consolation prize?
© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)