By The Water
Finger skimming a bare ripple
Across still water’s reflection
My desire overflows its cup
Droplets ringing like glass
Ripples rebounding in cross currents
In the silence
She darts away submerged in her world
Leaving me wishing that I could swim
Like that
Noticing the obstruction
I pull desire off with my hand
Jagged chunks like cinders
Come off with a slight ripping sound
Leaving little
Soon healed wounds
If you leave petrified desire
Attached to the spinning golden sphere
It is a blade that cuts the heart
And the memory of oneself
Until you are un-free
To love or be
The cinders of desire
Shine like little burned meteorites
Crashed into the bank of the healing river
Where she swims
Away so fast
The still water
And the lovely creature
Swimming there in my memory
I smile and walk freely
Into the forest
Of others
