POETRY- LOVE IS RIVERINE

  Love is riverine. Not always from the North. But the river that flows out of our belies. It begins when we mutter words and deep groaning from our loins. Oftentimes, we can not comprehend it, but it reconciles our flesh with our shadows, above. Sometimes, it gushes out of us, with the strength of …

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