Your freshening sweat runs in a rivulet over the delicate cusp of your collar bone, trills a swelling Spring-melt brook through the still valley between your breasts, bounds across the nascent meadow of your belly, an eddy swirls a whirlpool in your inviting navel, the stream leaps and gambols out again forming rapids over your mons pubis, before the river loses itself in your luxurious southern delta amongst the mysterious, musky mangroves in which I wander; dreaming of love and eternity.