Stepping into Rock Creek, the name becomes obvious. I hop from slab to slab and wonder, but the journey reveals the river. I perceive the small stones’ certainty. I throw my weight into it and befriend gravity; rocks far off come within my leap. I commit myself bodily over water; amid the momentum, I bound upon the unveiling path.
I love you. I adore you. I admire you. A selfish love, if that. Greedy, for me your precious spark. Would do things for it without waiting to know whether it’s suitable, it’s tailored to your heart. I dare not ask the measurements. I imagine it boundless, boundless enough to embrace this fondness. Please.