Rapid River Rush Over Me

I dream not of still waters

I know we were made to ride

Clinching on

In full faith we are both having the time of our lives

And we cannot wait to whisper in the noise and know we did not have to

The water would carve us into the stone

And grind away grinning

And that is sexy

eNtAngled fiXion

The eNtAngled fiXion of a necessary,displaced conduit. Receive as fiction inspired by a MUSE. Ghost writing in the shadows