Like forks calling knives across sands of flagsnthe Woody Brown River keeps calling me backnnwell she runs like a cheetah and melts fire when she singsnHow I longed to be dwarfed by her watery wingsnnto the Woody Brown River I often would writenand stand at her banks and toss pebbles insidennwatch the sky crack a laugh as its sentence is felt? (felled?)nfor the Woody Brown River ran deep as a wellnnThe Woody Brown River you're breaking me upnA seashell just landed in my watercupnand you're always there waving from the back of my mindnwith desperate hands that claim to be kindnand Woody Brown eyes that render me blindnnSo as forks beckon knives across sands of flagsnthe Woody Brown River's breaking my backnnwhen you find the sunset you just crave the sunrisenand i shall never sleep 'til I've slept in her thighsn