A Quartet of Nonsense, part one – Wet Flex

My love for you stretches
Like a summer river.

Constant,
Nourishing,
Ever-winding,
Ever-trickling,
Ever-singing.

Prone to over-flow,
Smothering land breathless,
Licking kisses on trees.

I dare you to find a love
Warmer or wetter than mine.

Bare in mind that if you do,
I’ll drown you.

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