how deep this river runs

I'll never look for you again;
take it as an announcement
of love's declaration I've got;

take it as a sublime orgasm
totally lacked but it teased
our blood, like a drug's heat;

take it as a song met before
of happening in a tiny poem
hung, somewhere, thru time;

take it as it is, a souvenir kind;
enjoy how deep this river runs
with all our facts tangled in it;

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

Say