A river runs through her complexion
I found a cozy spot there
on her brown banks
near her moon bathed eyes
nearly hidden in mystery
but instead she would look straight at me
And just as a river-fork
she could smile at me from two different worlds

How could you hold the universe as ransom
for positive chi?
Held like an egg that should nestle
in the body
like glands
and regulate the sweet passions of life