Flank

Flutter by the waters. Still and stagnant. Cool and dry. Wet and blurred. Bustling faster again to the air tight velocity of my burning passions.

Cab driver says to me that I have beautiful eyes of jade. But furious. I stand alone in this waking moment of beauty.

As I lightly cling to you I can't help but wonder that it's the wrong thing to do. But I can't help myself. You are my feast of burden.