There is surely a river
that is flowing through me;
small ripples that tickle my skin,
the way you did with your eyes
Should the river of me
touch your feet,
perhaps we both
would drown within the ripples
of laughter and desire

The water; once cold, ice cold,
burnt my skin with its touch;
Now it is warm,
scented with your sweet smile
that often washes over me
in my dreams;
kissing my eyes open
to see more than the ice cold touch
of yesterday

Perhaps that is your smile
laughing in the ripples;
trying to touch me,
kissing my eyes open
to see more than pain;
to see me bloom
like the tiny flowers that
grow wild in a lovers field

~ ©️ Priya Patel