crystal stream

Ilinza

Ilinza, spirit
of the mountain stream

show me, bright one
how you can sing and laugh
while those rough stones
cut your belly

is it because you do not love?

Ilinza, silken, yielding
open to all who enter
why do you not bleed

when your lover
kneels, drinks his fill
and walks away

if I were in your body,
something would break, Ilinza

there would be water flowing
a glint from wet eyes
a crack in the heart

is this your source, your spring,
reckless spirit

cupping and releasing
each crystal moment
with glistening fingers

is this your secret love, this flow
a passion
for letting go