In the Willows

This is my regret:
that the air is cool and quiet here
and geese line the riverbank like guards
and the sun is setting red and orange
and grey over the dark shadows
on the horizon and I have kept this
all from you: this silence of solitude,
this dance with what I know of death.

The deer come to this clearing
to evade the hunters in the woods.
But out here they are wide open
with no trees to hide them.
And I with my long white legs
and the last rays of sunlight
glinting in my hair
am a beacon.

Notice me.

I am frightened as a young deer.

Notice me.

Fill your eyes with my nakedness
and loose your fire over me.