by Station Rodriguez 

I fell in love with a river woman

Her hair was moss that followed the slow stream

Her skin was river foam, a pale green cream

The trees covered her bathing form, wooden 

Arms and hands reaching over her bosom

The breaks in the shadows made her eyes gleam

The sullen light falling down in moonbeams

I fell in love with a river woman

 

As I float down the red-stained waterways

And watch pieces of my drift and float by

I think of her and her sharp teeth that graze

Through tissue paper skin like cherry pie