Calm
wind
ripples
wrinkles
in
colorless
tablecloth
breeze
causing
gooseflesh
tiny
waves
of
you
dancing
away
mirroring
sky
you’re
blue
a
handful
of
you
is
cold
crisp
and
clear
tasting
you
whetting
lips
tongue
teeth
stepping
in
you
you
lap
at
legs
now
at
your edge
dipping
toes
you
tickle
that
deepest
part
the
heart
lake
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 