Real Love Is A Stones Ripple

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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 sinking ever deeper. In linear sediment, ours is a steppingstone river. With geological layers stacked one on top of another.