I was in desperate need of paper and a pen, instead I had a camera with me. I seeked euphoria in you. I seek it in all of you.
Meanwhile I sit near the river. Look at the water. It flatters the curves of the river. Hand flows against the skin of hip. Tongue makes a circle around bellybutton.
People walk by but I don't hear them. I have more than I need with me. Keys, a little bit of money, camera, cell phone. I could sit here a night through. Write a novel.
Being part of this perfect moment, I'm imperfect.
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