my pockets and go
for a swim in that deep river.
The sun casting shadows through the trees extremities –
those crooked arms and hands wet, yet still dry – twirling my hair – I sink into forever.
and then come the dreams -so effortless and fluvial! My flesh floats away with my tongue and my eyes – my heart and my soul dance in the current –
forever singing songs for the lives that mourn upon the banks – meditating on the elixir of that which keeps them walking on dry land.
I want them to taste my love in their parched throats – fill their veins with revived hopes and courage –
Fighting for the river and fighting for the trees –
I quench them with revolution.
Flow through desire.
We sing songs