Meeting at the River

kurtjackson-river

Our songs are filled with contextual transcripts.
Moving upon algorithms,
Centering, rivers of kindred-night.
Lovers tasting love for the first time.

With such passionate flow
And since love began gushing,
For the first time, we knew
Love sweetened

Where the rivers are young
Fools are too

Where the rivers are calling
Love reached tipping-wells

Where nights of kindred rivers
Gushing with savoring meat

For the first time – our hearts
Walked out to meet to her.

google image- Kurt Jackson

Poetry Krissy Mosley

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