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

trace the contours of skin
back to the ****** 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 breath
of tomorrow.