I know, I know, I know I’ve said I was a body of water, liquid to your touch and harbor to your name, but it also meant I could not be contained. I love the way water loves, yes, I fill spaces in you that you thought no longer existed: here, a lost love for maps, an ignited rapport with music, and the four-hour drives up north where the clouds perch on the hood of your car. “You cannot touch me in the same place twice,” says the river, and the water in me lunges for your hand. I love like water, the motion free, movement fluid, and I take the shape of a desire you once forgot. Yes, I love the way water loves. With intimacy, I nourish. With intensity, I destroy. by

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