Obvious ripples in a dead calm spring pond
still cool
I feel you pour over my entirety
soothing, lightly rubbing...
pulling me
to the restless river, carrying us
to where the water whitens
banging hard against the rocks...
the torent enveloping us...
hot moving in and out
between the shores...
exhausting our bodies
seperating us from the wisdom
on which we rely to feed judgement

Then silence, just two intertwined
bodies... wet, tired lying on the shore