Loss For Words

Methinks that the moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow. - Thoreau

pink, swollen river

aroused to orgasmic heights

moaning, climaxed flood

Author's Note

“The life in us is like the water in the river. It may rise this year higher than man has ever known it, and flood the parched uplands; even this may be the eventful year, which will drown out all our muskrats. It was not always dry land where we dwell.” - Thoreau