Water Way Woman

I am the water way woman
Flowing into the loose loveable lines
Of your face
Bending low in thinking
Deep as the well-springing
Of our destiny.

Outside the rain
Softly shushushes
Among the wet black trunks
Of unruly lemons and lonely olives
Patter-ning a pewter grey day
With poignancy and memory.

I am the water way woman
Flowing into the bony promontories
And fleshy bends
Of your body banks
As we lie, arm in arm
Entwined, entwinned
In our rumpled river-bed.

Where do you come from?
Why am I here?
Draping my mothering
Lovingly, like a shawl
Across the bow
Of your bent back
Climbing with strenuous steps
The way of the cross
To the dark lonely tower
Of your soul.