This body of mine
knows and surrenders
it remembers you
the even, bright memory of you.
i want to sink into myself
there is a river inside me
the water is still
and dark
black.
murky viscosity
steaming saltiness that i must get past
travel back from the sea and inlets
travel back past the stagnant beds
to rivulets
up secret trails
past water young and restless
past rock and ice
to where the river is a foetus
frozen
black and dark
this water inside me.
waits
for me.
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