Waters Way

Waterway When I saw the river it was not new to me I had often seen it my dreams, its brownish water steadily seeking the ocean and unquestionable becoming inconsequent. It was obeying the law of the nature and not asking why it could not run the other way back to white water of innocence. I’m a rusty leaf in this water being dragged downstream trying to hide under the long grass of the embankment trying to learn once more that sex is not love, I nod in deference but I do not understand why coitus should be wrong even if it is the wrong Time, wrong woman in a house of ill repute. I say; let me do my Mistakes again and learn nothing of interest.