speak to me like the river.

      River Duoro - Shanda Studd

speak to me
like the river.
who does not say
“i am cold.”
“wet.”
or “deep.”
whose icy depths
pierce my body
dragging me along
in the fierce
death grip
of her love
(a feline with her prey)
whose riverness
annihilates any
embroidered theories
of togetherness
whose wetness
fills my mouth
my eyes
my lungs
every cell to bursting
whose endless force
and swell
polish me smooth
open
empty
and eternally resonant.
speak to me
like the river.

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