Passion, Regret, Distraction

Lapping River
The warm rainstorm rushes
into the wanton lap of a valley,
and the hot river gushes
as Springtime passions rally.

The words of your love spill
like a quenching flood,
but after the brimming thrill
your heart is but silt and mud.

My sweet sake cup,
your selfless sacrifice—
how you fill me up,
emptying yourself of vice.

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