In the river of silence

I would have liked to swim
In the river of silence
Even if for only a moment
But then memories of the drops
That stick to you
Juice of junctions
Intimate functions
Aroma in the corridors of conscience
Doesn’t leave you
Moments create expectations,
Reciprocities when unmet
Create frustrations
Anger, retaliation, and retribution follows
The serenity that started
The swim
Evaporates