plunge -
there is one river, boundless
that I long to swim at length
a-flowing dark and magical
with prurience and strength
and if those churning waters
are the stead of my demise
‘tis nowhere else I'd rather drown ...
than deep there … in your eyes.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "When A Fourth Line Helps It To Rhyme" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Sponsor.
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