The River Runs Deep

your arms are the rivers 
that channel my waters
awash in blush and quiver

trace the contours of skin
back to the virgin source
and where this all begins

sheltered from the morning light
her heart beat races 
changing faces
storms rising
from strange places

some would say:
seek out change

emotion re-arranged
introspection born from sorrow
holding onto the memory
of yesterday
cupped in the breath
of tomorrow.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

your arms are the rivers
that channel my waters...

That's some mighty fine navigational skills, my friend! What a lovely read this is, Steve!