crossing the rubicon with ginger

can you carry me across
the stream she says
and bats her eyelashes
like a butterfly
in the sun. sure you tell
her hop aboard,
why thank you kind
sir, you are so strong
and brave. i will reward
you handsomely when
we get back to the castle.
more batting of the lashes
occurs and even a wink
and a pucker of lips
assures you of what's
to come. so she hops upon
your back, arms
around your neck
and you step into
the ice cold creek, both
boots find the slippery
round rocks below
the water, and down
you both go. there is
no more batting of the
lashes at this point
as you drag her to the
other side. the lashes
are downstream,
her lips are smeared
with an angry scowl,
her hair too is afloat
like a water lily. neither
of you is what the other
thought you were.