Promiscuous Depths

I longed likewise like a brook to work out and understand her ever-changing promiscuous depths that sank-deeper than the soft-silts that these willow tree roots hook. I wanted to swim with her current I wanted to bridge her stepping stones. Lose all balance and fall into her shallowest margins and once there. Tiptoe-deeper till the swirl-water tugs. Pull's me away from the safety of help. I wanted to experience drowning. First hand and be saved by someone. With even fewer virtues than myself so I could say I showed her the way.