~Morning arrived as it did other days, yet this one was different, as my feet stuck out the end, yes the end of the blankets that covered my head, while my arms were in fold with that pillow of foam, I reached down below for that good morning stretch, muscles that read on that richter scaled graph, a slice of the sun moved through the drapes, hands to the wall face looking up, sigh of relief and a barking loud laugh, sleep from the eyes on that facecloth they lay, now that mug topped with steam pleasured the sight, cat doin laps round the left foot then right,

Then the day of the riot had now simply begun

My face cut the breeze like a hair splitting knife, that water ahead made adrenaline flow, paddle in hand bringing sweat to my brow, in the distance that melt yes, that's where it begins, the reason that's why this moments afloat, bow's in full slap as forearms in wipe, trouble ahead peripheral sight, that smile that starts when you first kneel down, knowing the water as you feel it below

That,
white waters no friend,
nor the rocks in the wall
the ones in the river
some were set
some did fall
from the top of both sides
and all the way down
the best part of all
they'd made not a sound

as

Adrenaline of love's, against all the odds~


~Bentlee~