Real Love Is A Stones Ripple Poem by Mark Heathcote

Lust sends the heart racing one way and then another.
Real love is a stone ripple, stinking ever deeper.
Permeating its reach further and further still.

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Why do we sometimes hover in isolation from each other?
What will reconnect us to the sunlight and the water?

I want this intimacy of us and the landscape to rewire me.
I want this electricity to discharge and recharge my static energy.

All of us are permeating a further and further distant journey.
Love makes waves in the universe and on every grain of sand. 

Why is the heart racing one way and then another?
Real love is a stone ripple, resonating and stinking ever deeper.

In linear sediment, ours is a steppingstone river.
With geological cracks stacked one on top of another.