I’ve felt a genuine need lately to define love and Cool
Waters was one of the answers I came up with.
Cool
waters
Fires burn short and fast much
like we do,
much like lovers and poets who
trade words
for stolen moments in hay ricks
and what you
don’t know is, that it is cool
waters that love best,
that take the shape of whatever
heart they pour in,
that calmly ease the fevered rise
and fall into a steady
beat that will warm your toes
during the lonely winters
and wash you clean, salt
licking at your wounds in summer,
sun tanning your skin while you
lie before me
and love me like a good friend.
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