Estuary Of Words Poem by Captain Cur

Flooding through my estuary of words
each syllable longing you, without touch
distrusting reason, exposing your world
filling me with pain in the swirling rush
lovemaking that reverberates in time;
coy fingers undressing you in spooling
lakes seduced by the mountains spiraling
above blue mouthed caves drunk on these pooling
springs engulfing you, in these waters I
the voiceless rapids enter you in waves.