the sweet carousal of sunrise--
lips like icicles, melting under your watch
and i watching you melt beneath mine
let's be rivers, you and i
or streams, tributaries, flowing
for a common cause, our soft banks
open to passing travelers
open to the threat of diversion
or damnation, or simply the lips
of new rivers, formed by new rains
let's run in parallel and meet at the end
where it's all one, really
travelers, lovers, friends
tangled, for sure, but not really wanting
to be untied
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