The River

My mouth is a river,

words flowing consistently.

Lips, an estuary,

flesh-like consistency, 

in my body, memories,

flow within my veins,

the scary thing, i don't

know what I'm saying.

In my mind, things worked

so perfectly, things die

so easily, who knew

life was so fragile. 

So we play catch up,

backs against the sheets,

arms around each other,

the things we speak of

past defeats, beneath covers.

Our eyes are a galaxy,

together we see no fallacy,

Ears pulsing to the rhythm

we only hear our own voices.

Reflect on our choices, where 

were we without each other, 

do I want to know.