The creek is coldest where the rocks are sharp
Where beyond our bodies fall pulled into the crash
And it’s here where I ache the most
Where I long the most
For the heat of your breath
To massage the deepest
Hollows beyond my throat
Here I stop
Shut my eyes
Retreating back to proper society
Away from edge’s harsh pain
Overpowering thrills and joy
Icy cool cramping belly
Memories locked into
Down of my pillow
Where time remains unmeasured
Alive
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