A stream once

ran through us

and we bathed

 

in

blissful

naked

togetherness

 

until

 

the banks broadened and

the water deepened and

the mud thickened and

 

we were separated –

on opposite ends of

a newborn wrathful river.

 

Still,

I would have thrown myself

into the seething water

were it not

that I knew

your feet were planted

 

and I refuse

to drown

alone.