Under the Water Fall

I found Love bathing below a water fall Bow and arrows casually laid aside above his attire and white plumes; the air was covered by wet fumes, yet I could see his arms open wide, his back turned against the stone wall . Love called me and I said: “It is late, I was struck before by your tips.” But he jumped over the surface , I fell rearward surprised by his grace, He placed his finger on his thin lips, The water streaming fast to its fate. “The only clock I can hear is there, Blossoming in your ripening chest The seconds move tic…tac….tic…tac…, Slow as the water sliding on my back soft as the breathing of a baby rest, I never ask when, I only wonder where.” I closed my eyes so now I can see: She was veiled by Love’s disguise; I open my eyes but it was in vain. Before I could see clearly again She was swift and also very wise, Dressing her wings to quickly flee.