Bedtime stories for lovers ......a poem

Every time a hand reaches to touch
it all begins
way before love
like a river
One rivulet ...a stream ...the headwaters to a
mighty ocean bound
One small contact
one touch
hardly noticed
a friend
a lover
a chance encounter
between children
or adults
between secrets
and desires
Of needs
and sins
One small stream dropping over rocks
swirling into eddy's
wetting the surrounding areas
To become a stream of
Finally recognizable
as a river when
it becomes too
powerful to stop
I have seen this river move
fields of ice
And crystals of
And car sized boulders
It shifts and moves
entire lives
until they become
One small
touch that begins a flow
until they become one
And it becomes
a love


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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

like this Ed.. I just went through a geology class and so now I know rocks ..! LOL

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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

One small touch can convey so much. Lovely poem.

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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Hot... really hot. thank you

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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Sigh I love your bedtime stories. Tell me more. Hugs. Passing this on.

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ImKarn23 3 years ago

oh, Cowboy - this 'touched' me deeply! A ripple can turn into a wave can turn into a tidal wave of love..


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Beth37 3 years ago

It's amazing isn't it Ed?

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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Yes Beth !........:-}

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