Shimmer 

The creek builds and presses against the rocks.

Your hand floats across my spine,

glides across my flesh.

On the creek bed, the stream lays flat

and ripples through the stones.

These nights I imagine you rise

and as you flood the mountaintop,

cascading off the ledge,

I will meet you at the bottom.

Come fall through my fingers and drench

the lake. Drape across my body,

to drown the world around us.

The light above trembles

through your shimmer.

These bubbles were made

for popping.

Now get close to me.