if i am a river

then i want all my curves to reach you
lap at your sides
gentle awakening in the midst of mist

if i am a river

then he is a tree
strong and wielding
empty with the insects that have devoured—
tiny memento-filled mites digging little holes
within
his
demeanor.

i got stuck on the idea that forever with you meant
hearing your body calling
my person.

and i have never thought of arson
but i’ve got a mind to set you aflame.

i told my crystals your name.