Love By the River

Love by the River. I carried the old fashion gramophone, she carried the records to the river. We sat and I kissed her while listening to 1959 records. Let´s have a dip. Naked we swam in the moonlit river that cleanses disgust. Her armpits had the aroma of clover Started gramophone again, music back then was so trite, lyrics boring and her body looked enchanting in moonlight. I threw the bloody music machine into the river, she did ditto with the records. We made love in stillness as trout waked I regretted not having brought a fishing rod.