Mythic Flood
These waters arrive
in mythic proportion
to test and teach us,
to discover our
depth.
Beneath those
rushing floods
are scribed the
letters of who
we are
at the heart
of our matters.
Each night we
submerge,
limbs and lips
locked,
we rise again as
one.
Strengthened,
joined,
by the whispered
words we find
flowing beneath
our
embrace.
Hold me steady, there
in your arms,
a shining fish
feeding from the silvered
river.
And I will hold you,
soft skin and flashing teeth
until the
rose light of morning
creeps into
the coming day.
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