Refraining

I'm stealing some joy from the narrowing back of the river.

Take its ribcage deep into my eye,

sunken in sun...

Gifting me it's clumsy souvenir,

the ceaseless dance, an unrehearsed eternal choreography.

Around the muddy fingers of its bank,

despite the protests growing in its mouth from fallen trees.

I desire to describe the air between the captured images in words...its taste of me as it loses its name tangled in my tousled hair, its feel on me and its own feelings as it strikes and rushes past my cheek…

maneuvers around the corner of the groove above my lip- parted in syllables unborn and mysterious to me.

And I realize my flaws are perfectly refraining from a wish because they're flawless.