how deep this river runs


I will never look for you again, — and take it

as an announcement of a love’s declaration,
like a sublime orgasm totally lacked which
teased our blood with the heat of the drug
given by a song found as it was before now,
in poetry suspended in time… —  are enough
memories and plenty of time to remember…
depends about… — how deep this river runs
un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ
Joe Bonamassa