Witnesses

Reeds bend their heads, as houses disappear
From view; and silent trees, stand motionless
Like witnesses, whose thoughts are never clear,
So, hold their peace, reluctant to express
Surprise to see his arms around her waist;
Or shock to hear the strange tone he adopts -
Half fierce, half tender - his arm's to her taste:
With iron muscles sending thrills that rock
Through her soft, supple frame. Bashful, she quakes
And, trembling, draws away from him, as if
At the approach of some uncertainty - she aches
For more - as, at the river's edge, he lifts
Her up and thrusts in hard and she is wed
To loving seed, as the reeds bend their heads.