where ripples find

where ripples find

the quietest touches
create the smallest ripples
radiating
out across a sea
of skin
of warmth
pulsating abrasions,
sinuous
and sensuous,
they offer promises
of pure
and sometimes impure
thoughts
not a word
never words,
words can spoil
and merely titillate
can’t penetrate
a hidden deep
that lays beneath
a turbulence
of waves that crash
and foam and stir
further down
where colours fade
where light becomes
a dark
touching quiet,
faithless hush,
where ripples
find
the heart.

© Emma Calder (2019)

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