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)