thick wavy waterfall
splashing down to clouds
flowing behind arcs
streaks of lovely grey, proud

sight tracing the lines
of sturdy rock curves
from boulders to dips,
a rippling soft swerve

want. and the desire to linger
twirl wisps through my fingers
drinking it in, lips twitching
mischievous, bewitching

it’d be splashy i think
to take this to the brink –
and jump-plunge-exhilarate
surface a breath, float… satiate.
🌊 😈