Water Eden


The sun splashes in the ripples I make,
The trees dancing in the breeze,
My legs intertwine with the water on our bed of grass
My bare skin brushed by each blade, each droplet
My breasts floating on the air,
There, I make love to Mother Nature
Making music with my hair,
Making music with my voice,
I shine through the sparkles with the power of red,
They say Eve made them fall,
But how could that be true when this is the Eden we make,
Amidst the mad mad world of man.

— Kenwood Ladies Pond, Hampstead Heath

Image Credit: Claude Monet via Chester Dale Collection

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