Canoe bug

I'd love to canoe with you in webs of thought, as your wild-waterbug Through smoky morning creeks and canyons In your eyes, fall like a screaming eagle, diving into aquamarine freedom Slicing through the cotton clouds.... Splash, roars the earth explosive. threads of joy take millions of directions we are veins of life and dreams that sail through all Sea Womans' rivers of honest love ejaculation joyously enslaved in sticky dreams at dawn, vibrating in your deep, rhythm, into the wide open morning beyond the glacial ice wine mountains, meandering through the neverending hills and apalachians. Rolling over, gliding, rippling on the water... Flowing