renoirgallery.com (The Blue River by Pierre-Auguste Renoir)
I am rivers
I am silver moons,
You when you’re older
I am fire
I smolder you, burning,
I am you yearning for more
Your cradle
I am able to nestle you,
wrestle you out
Make you shout!
Suckle you
Buckle you down
Carry you cottoned
to your tomb
Bury you
I am your womb
I marry you to my shadow,
then let you go
I am all you know
Or will, ever
I am the wound in your sliver.
I am your shiver
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