She once had a dream that she lay down in the river
In the midst of a moment where the air was so thick and hot
that the mountain fed waters offered the only breath of freshness.
She walked across rocks slippery with algae and
tossed with empty shells of long gone dragonflies -
like crusty ghosts of lovers - brief lives
metamorphosized in unknown skies.
She slid her body amongst their past - into a slow eddy, warmed and glistening.
She lay down in the river -still and long-
till leaches came and kissed her tired soul
with their slender hungry bodies
and sucked the sin out with her blood.
And then she rose
out of the waters and out of her sleep
Scrubbed her body - red and clean - in a shower scalding hot
Opened her windows to a rain soaked spring day
And dreamt that dream no more.
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you move me
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