I want the wet embrace of a river
to overcome crags of emotion
sand will scrape smooth a fever
if allowed to, desires we shun.
if then, anxieties a treacherous cliff
we must always see the end
rather in a deep abyss, body stiff
our satisfactions again we pretend.
lift off the common shell of wax
sheltered storms will congregate
always ready with their willing attacks
unless to behold Nature’s way relate
As like lightning does cleanse our spring
with the rains a new delight we bring.