how deep this river runs

I'll never look for you again;

take it as an announcement

of love's declaration I've got;

take it as a sublime orgasm

totally lacked but it teased

our blood, like a drug's heat;

take it as a song met before

of happening in a tiny poem

hung, somewhere, thru time;

take it as it is, a souvenir kind;

enjoy how deep this river runs

with all our facts tangled in it;