I'm kissing a waterfall.
Droplets of water hit my lips.
The flow heightens my senses,
but there is no image I can hold.
Forms constantly change their shape.
Carefully constructed, they leave and go.

Can you stay a bit longer?

I want to hold you, but you are not real-
your body is a river flowing between my fingers.
I am painting a canvas, but I am not a painter-
acrylics colour my fingers but they do not stain.


© Eva Irvine