Cascade of Reflection

You could look for me forever in the well of words that float or drown in your mind and I’d be forever your reflection lapping at your fingers inky love rippling, teasing and intangible, just a little out of reach, like a fountain, the sweet condition slow burn, bubbling up, you feeling the familiar, you’re about ready to spill, mind wet, you take a sip from the cup Candide Diderot. ‘24