Did you know? All the world’s a river, I and others, the rocks and refuse, The masses the flow and ebb, and you? You’re the glisten, the shine, the glow, the glinting refraction, the bouncing reflection, the whole world turned upside-down in an endless azure splotched with wisps of vapor and verisimilitude.

Did you hear? All my mind’s a fire, Distaste and derision the cracks and pops, Discord and doubt the hiss and the flare, and you? You’re the comfort, the warmth, the calm, the curious distraction, the soothing reception, the dark candor of the woods split like vines in a sprawling stretch of orange hue and sanguine familiarity.

Sometimes it’s her hair, or her eyes, or lips.

Sometimes it’s the way she tilts her head when she talks.

Sometimes it’s her breasts, or her ass.

Sometimes it’s the way she walks when she knows you’re watching.

Sometimes it’s hearing her speak your name.

Sometimes it’s her long legs, or her creamy skin.

Sometimes it’s the words she uses when she talks, or those ideas that nobody else ever has.