Her Name Was River

I can still smell her on my shirt,

This lover, this angel, this peace.

I looked into her smiling eyes,

Joy, playfulness, desire,

I want her for my own.

The sweet aroma of her laughter,

Her cheeks, how they blushed when I stared.

Nothing then, no world outside,

Only her.

And I want her more.

What she saw of me,

When she looked, when she reached,

Just a touch.

The look that she couldn’t hide from me,

Saying more than any words ever could.

Different, the way she fell into me,

And we both were changed for a while,

The night now, the vision in the heart and head.

Fading to where I can hardly recall the temptation,

But her face, her eyes, her laugh, her smile,

Still mine forever.

And it’s there whenever I want to drown.