between
love, you drift.
your boat
slips
out without
oar
or motor,
no sail aloft
to let
the wind take
you.
there is no
map, no
sextant
to guide you.
the water
carries you
where it wants
to go.
there is nothing
you can do,
but enjoy
the scenery,
and rest.
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