She is a river.
Boundless, undaunting,
Pristine.
Rosebuds, she blossoms
Through her gentle stride
Knowing not of Eden
That of which is lesser
I can no longer
Fear life,
For I shall die of thirst.
No liquor or brine
Is sweeter
Than her ebb ,
Undiscernable
To my vapid quarters,
My steamy mind.
Upon my end,
My only regret
Will be that I’ve never
Learned how to swim.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
She is a river.
Boundless, undaunting,
Pristine.
Rosebuds, she blossoms
Through her gentle stride
Knowing not of Eden
That of which is lesser
I can no longer
Fear life,
For I shall die of thirst.
No liquor or brine
Is sweeter
Than her ebb ,
Undiscernable
To my vapid quarters,
My steamy mind.
Upon my end,
My only regret
Will be that I’ve never
Learned how to swim.
-Juan Carlos Gomez
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