Wordless, I am
in this wave of wanting
satisfied
pure
for life flows within this river,
in which they threw me.
I did not die,
I flourish.
Moist flour, garlic, thyme and lemon grass,
these scents float through the air,
as you lean against me.
I embrace you.
I live of you.
I have a muddy heart,
for I have lived in the river a long time.
The night mud was my home
With the catfish, eels, and tadpoles.
Albeit, life lives within these waters,
surging through the excrement of death.
So love flows through time.
Smyon-Pa 