Freeform: Like rivers, streams, and estuaries...

      Fingers sliding, delicately interlacing, entwined in the feeling but never reeling, what words could there be for such smooth movements that flow like water over the roughest stone, gently peeling away jagged corners and frays until only the tenderness remains forever on the formerly unyielding face.
      Water flowing, skies glowing, stars shining in her eyes that sparkle only for me, for her, for something much more than fickle words could ever put to paper, the poet's dilemma, the writer's block, to be rounded and swept up on the ever-gentle currents.
      Together, we flow...