Like forks calling knives across sands of flagsnWoody brown river keeps calling me backnWell, she runs like a cheetah and melts fire when she singsnHow I long to be dwarfed by her watery wingsnnTo the woody brown river I often would ridenStand on her banks and toss pebbles insidenWatch the sky crack and laugh as its sentences fellnFor the woody brown river ran deep as a wellnnOh, woody brown river, you're breaking me upnA seashell just landed in my water cupnYou're always there waving from the back of my mindnWith desperate hands that claim to be kindnnWoody brown eyes that render me blindnnSo as forks beckon knives across sands of flagsnWoody brown river is breaking my backnWhen you find the sunset, you just crave the sunrisenI shall never sleep till I've slept in her thighs