Rivers Until your tears join us in a rainbow. Bernice Lever The fertile germination of a sentient breath. John B. Lee life beats out there muffled by glass windows a river of motion, sounds bouncing back dimmed and distant, a collage of stories expanding perpetually like the galaxy in here, you and I have mapped our anatomies more than once heard the racing rumble of our bloodstream; we meant to be silent but lost control over words spelt them in gasps weeps groans infinite pleasure seeping through the skin life in us, syllables stuttered bodies heaving tremors in harmony with the Universe a river of two surging towards the finish.
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