WHAT WAS MINE
Like catching a fish with a bare hand
I dipped my hands into the river
Like hanging on a roller wheel
My grips are hard to let go
But you slipped away
Like taking a dip in a frozen river
I went in naked and stupid
But so did you
Holding my hands in a cursive pleasure,
You dived with me
Heating yourself in my cloying words,
You melted along
But I slipped away
You went in lovely and naked
But I let go
Fleeting glimpse of...