i was a leaf,
afloat, on the
river –
brushing up
against
the other
debris around
me.
but you were
a dam, wrought
tight –
limbs with
anvil weight
locking before
me.
and i was
a leaf, pressed
close –
the river
churning, surging
disintegrating
me.
so now i
am the river,
the river –
and the leaf.
bathing and
seeping and
becoming woven
within
you.
