A Lesson in Creek Walkinga. love is for the fearless. you jumped into the twitching current, head first you came back up smelling like mold and groping for airA Lesson in Creek Walking
b. "love is for the fearless," you said that just before you jumped. just before you rolled up the legs of your jeans. just before you decided that it was bad habbit, the way we ease into everything as if it is an old tire swing. before you squeezed my knee and whispered, hard into my ear. love is for the fearless. and then you jumped.
your feet were the last to go. i
I have a face.
