Hold hands to a
goodnight kiss,
and show the world that
this exists.  It tastes
much like sensation, much like
a calm, soaring river.  It is with the
softness of love that flowing down the river
is too easy.  Should
one or another steer off and not
remember love to have,
then the taste of salt
shall corrupt the seed.  She or
he might as well be dead
along with the other blind, slimy fish.