Women of Lake Erie.


white caps of her eyes cruelly
follow me, a shadow
i am unable to lose or dispose
wavering awkwardly while
grasping on desperately for life!
ivory foam ornating
the lake's vast swimming greens;
shimmering jade water

rough ride, running lengths
inside her deluted iris
i can see far ahead from me
her lush vegetation; eyelashes
attempting to retain composure
not allowing her eyes to brim;
tears flooding her fair face.

i am willing to withstand
the lake's harsh howls of wind
wicked engulfing waves
i don't mind the freezing
spray spewing; seizing my
tiny teetering uneasy boat.

because she, sharing my blanket,
cold from chilly wind and water
nuzzles my cheek, purrs softly
in my attentive ear, which evolves into
using that small childish teasing
almost elfish voice, whining that
she wants me to warm her

and Her wish is my command.

23 May 1998



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