ripples

I want to write

of a gentle breeze

and sunlight reflecting

on rippling water.

instead...

all I write is you.

your body

walks languidly out of 

my blank spaces.

my eyes,

reflect the memory 

of your flame.

the moment

you lost control,

kissing me with your breath,

instead of your brain. 

your hands grasping

at my possibility. 

I feel that still.

it was only a moment.

I bathe in it's ripples.