Fille sauvage

manon4You reached the river

as your hair dragged you beneath

a weight within water within echo

your thimble wrists and slender elbows

unable to resist the lure

water witch they said

girl of the mountain

purple sage

perhaps an angel

or a magi lost in olive groves

your cheeks are reddened by my regard

I wake thinking of how your body

looks in setting sun with the fine heat

behind you like a wild shadow

dancing on sombaro

you are the kind of woman few would dare to pursue

it is not your nature to stay long

in the lisping skip of your tenderness

you leave us longing without knowing

we do

dis-moi fille sauvage

de quoi donc as-tu si peur?

la vie n’est pas un mirage

nous avons tous un coeur

(last four lines Richard Anthony / Fille Sauvage)