the truth is

that no one ever wants to fall in love,
despite the deadly call of siren's falls from across the
murky silent depths offending
bridges and seeking lives to claim with
the driving sighs that rend our minds
and upset the carts that would have held
our precious fruits and grains, all of which goes let off,
soaking in the river's walls, down the mountain path and carving
ruts along my back