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Drowning

A reflection of sorts

By Silver DauxPublished 2 days ago 1 min read
Drowning
Photo by Desislava Ivanova on Unsplash

I am lost in the water,

Drowning

In pretty things, flowing things, rivers.

I like the way the water carves holes

Into the mountains.

I like how it makes gullies

Out of the strongest plains.

It is so hungry,

That wanton fluidity.

There is no other language for it

Than that of romance,

That of dance,

That of the flowing things that

Bend the universe over

And take what they will.

It is will, isn't it,

That drives the monster in the river.

It is desire that sways it.

Disgust that deters it.

What is a drowning then

But love making?

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About the Creator

Silver Daux

Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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  • Aspen Marie 2 days ago

    I must concur with the other astute observations - the eroticism of your words hits right where it should. Magical, Silver! Definitely favouriting this one ❤️

  • Whoaaa, that was so profound! Loved your poem!

  • Kera Hollow2 days ago

    Your lines "Bend the universe over and take what they need", felt so visceral! I loved this poem~

  • D. J. Reddall2 days ago

    Bending the universe over and taking what it will--what a marvelous, characteristically morbid and erotic meditation on all things hydrological!

  • BLESSINGS to you!

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