on early morning <br />she walks down the river <br />leaving all her <br />coverings on the grass <br />she wades in the water <br />naked <br />as the bamboo trees <br />bend with the wind <br />paying homage to her <br />raw beauty <br />she plunges into the <br />cool waters of the river <br />and the river <br />takes joy of her body <br />then she rises <br />as water drips on her breasts <br />giving way to her <br />nipples <br />as the water cascades down <br />her abdomen <br />to her legs <br /> <br />Juliana, the mountain beauty <br />once i have seen her <br />under the moon amidst <br />the trees in the forest <br />and the virgin hills.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/juliana-4/
