The thrill and fear
when I decide to give myself
to new arms,
completely undefended,
soft white belly exposed,
like a dead fish,
flowing out of control
taken by the river,
heading for uncertainty.
The joy of flowing.
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| M. Nęssum | ||||||||||
| Spring 2004 | ||||||||||
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| Flowing fear The thrill and fear when I decide to give myself to new arms, completely undefended, soft white belly exposed, like a dead fish, flowing out of control taken by the river, heading for uncertainty. The joy of flowing. |
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