Down within the rivers delta

Down within the rivers delta
Seminal thoughts fill my mind
quicker strokes of my pen shall
kiss away the onus of her days and
reset her nights as we collide.

Constantly we respond to responses
changing everything but losing nothing
naive is the position that I find myself
but critical it is if I am to begin
knocking against my angels door.

Is this what she wants?
Is this what she needs?

My mind has been left reeling
gasping at moments of sweet resistance
barriers are made to be pushed until
swaying itself becomes the swayed.