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To Beth: Rochester Falls
You tried to lead me
(surely)
by the hand
across the shallows
but we were both too drunk
and the stones too slick
so we slid stumbling and laughing,
falling toward each other
all the way across and upriver
(rocks bruising our feet)
until we were concealed by the night.
We held each other close
in the dark noisy water
that swirled lovingly over our skin
like a mother’s caress
as she bathes her child—
as though the river
were our mother bathing us,
our pretences floating downriver on her current
and making us new.
We seemed to melt and flow together
in the water
and seeing your lunar bodyglow
I ached to surrender to you.
Later you led me
(mischievously with playful eyes)
by the hand to your bed where we loved
and in offering myself
I discovered that virgin
is a state of mind.
Copyright ©
Roxanne Andorfer
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