when you guide me gently

I will not go
softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight;

I will not shiver
coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night;

I will not reason
lightly speaking your name and numbered days;

I choose the wily river
to bend and straighten the sounds
of your longing breaths
and ease the burden
given by each willful caress.

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