Rivers
by Lisa Cole
Scully POV
post Requium and maybe a hint of all things

Thank you for the rivers.
Thank you for the absence of dams.
The rivers peel the pain,
let passion pusue it’s home,
inside of imagination’s womb.

We were born out of soft caresses and long embraces.
I was born of stubborn conviction that those embraces will still hold me tomorow.