She Went to The River - Noa, Gil Dor

She went to the river,

She never thought twice

She went to the river,

The river of ice

Slowly she removed the blouse of silk

From her back

Carefully undid her skirt

And let it fall unwrapped

She cut with her fingers,

The cold river sighed

She wanted the water

The water inside

She walked to the center,

Unbraided her hair

Stepped out of her panties

And left her breast bare

Stretched out on the ice

She dug into it slowly,

Methodically punching

The half frozen floor

The blood from her fingers

Helped warm them, but only

Until it froze over a moment,

No more

No more

He watched from the tower,

He saw her below

Her physical power would melt

Like the snow

But not so the power

Of crystal decision

The lock of the mind

In undaunting precision

On the window,

A flower he’d bought to her

Bought, but forgotten to water

The night rolled in slowly,

But did not bring sleep

Her opening was only a few

Inches deep

But as she pressed her head

Down to the unyielding shell

She could hear the water

Almost well

Morning crept in cautiously,

Fearing what it’d find

A ring of clothes around on Opening of the mind

And the water humming

For beneath

She is mine

And the water humming

For beneath

She is mine

She is mine