Lorelei with wet hair riverine,
black delta, white beaches
coming out of her moonlight shower --
her cold, cold beauty is the chimerical
other for whom the subject's
erotic longing is like a phantom itch
in a part of the body that died long, long
before we started to patrol this part of the river.
Dark eyes, and wet hair trailing in
the reeds like a subjective language of sedge
through which the timeless current snakes.
Iris pseudacorus, by the river Nidda, Frankfurt-am-Main: photo by Karin Wicker, 2004
Iris pseudacorus: photo by George Jansoone, 2005