The way the river meets our bodies,
meet me that way. Though I resist,
surround me. Rush to me. Lick me.
Drench me. Insist. Touch me
everywhere at once. Float me.
Don’t care about my name. Always
leaving me, always arriving.
Bring me news of the sky.
Shine me. Glisten me. Shiver me. Hush.
Bring me the moon. Bring hum.
Wet me. Wake me. The years go by.
We are more ourselves and less.
Meet me the way the river meets
our bodies, with infinite tongues,
none of them thirsty, all of them
curious. Surprise me with your
strength, your pull. Say nothing.
Meet me. My hands are stone.
Erode me. Soften me. Release me
in you. And when we are done,
kiss me anew.