You’re my tributary,
the fork that feeds my stream.
Rushing waters,
my healing.
The artery amongst the veins;
I need your highway,
your extra lanes,
to make real gains.
Sun permeates
our privacy screen leaves.
Thanks for your discretion
and your affluent belief.
Dear Rivulet,
Do as you please.
Just keep worshiping me.
Just keep idolizing me,
my wandering tributary.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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