There is a wholeness
in the way
words surround us
a whirlpool quenching
in splashes
upon our mind
conquering in its desire
to cling to us
soaking our whispers
ultimately releasing
to follow the curves
take shape
beneath our breath
beckoning to our secrets
surging the ebbing tide
relinquish the embers
spooned in our bodies
bountiful tones
of sensual tremors
exposed in its wake
Babs Work In Progress 