SWEPT AWAY
 

You're barefoot
in that fluttering rag of a dress
beside the slick bank of river,
 
your eyes lowered,
anticipating
your spell to hunker me down,
 
wind sifting through the woods
extinguishing heat of summer,
perking hairs on the back of my arms,
 
I'm in slow motion,
whispers in my ears
from every part of my past,
beware...  beware...
 
so much pushing and tugging,
I spear my way through,
 
as you planned...
I fall over your waterfall.


* Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night.  He was born in Virginia.