Flooding through my estuary of words
each syllable longing you, without touch
distrusting reason, exposing your world
filling me with pain in the swirling rush
lovemaking that reverberates in time;
coy fingers undressing you in spooling
lakes seduced by the mountains spiraling
above blue mouthed caves drunk on these pooling
springs engulfing you, in these waters I
the voiceless rapids enter you in waves.
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