I dreamt you naked in the creek
Your skin all stars and crying gulls –
Your hair in the cottonwoods; a spate-woven nest
Cradling whitethroats and luminous bodies.
Eyelids flickered in the branches of willows
And you washed my feet in phosphorescent water –
A green herb spat from your sweet mouth
Turned wounds to silver crescents.
I dreamt darkest gods and drowned rivers –
Water hyacinths with eyes of ambergris.
Your body shone; the strange light of seabirds
Caught in the dragnet of the moon.
Bethany van Rijswijk, from ‘Water Hyacinths’.