48.

Safety first, as I jump into the oceanic river.

Red wine, it fills my liver, and I feel as cold as winter.

Timing it all, my tone is deeper.

And, this high cliff that we find is steeper.

As I scurry away from the reaper.

Darkness pervades;

And, love invades…

Filling our space with liters,

Of love – in age.

Time escapes, and runs away.

But time comes in, and, love floods in.

Inverse reaction, this is energy entrapped in…

Memories,

Memories stack.

Memories,

They turn black.

But some memories, are then trapped.

Always there,

Always you.

Jumping into the ice oceanic river,

I am willing to swim to find love true.