Surrender To the Meander

The gentle river that flows through your fingers Your untameable spirit that panthers with power To your subtle flow to oceans of hidden treasure I surrender on a trickle of a wave to your meander I dreamt of a blanket that had me warm with desire It was the yawn of a hippo that soothed me over I looked for you through the eyes of a crocodile’s hunger And saw your deep longing for its spiral cover You opened your mouth to the sea like a snake Your tail at the horizon ahead, had a rattle to shake A beautiful sunset along the landscape to shape A memory of a journey over time and rock to the cape Here you are finally, by my side, as I sit and ponder About the tree that your delta inconspicuously anchors And we end up here, from a shallow stream to ripe peaches, Surrounded by a gentle breeze atop the highest branches