“Across the River”

Quick we go

across the river

and to nowhere.

Hand in hand

your cold fingers

shiver with blood

boiling buxom anticipation.

Kisses so sweet

like the taste

of fresh water

in summer’s grip.

Rolling on the

gentle grass like

kittens in heat.

Across the river

our former selves

watch with wonder.

 

-bb

 

 

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