I stood in a waterfall
early this morning
playing make-believe,
dreaming of you
& how it would be
if you had been here.
You should have seen my reaction,
the slow steady action,
the tiny beads tumbling over me,
rolling down
from my crown
to my feet.
It was a steamy affair,
I had no cares,
not a single one.
In my ecstasy,
I threw my head back
& loudly shouted
your sweet name.
And under the torrent,
I wished you could've been here
for this sweet glorious
good clean fun.
I wished.