Waterfall (duck feet part two)

I stare into transparency
Shapes and sizes muddled
details immune to percision
lacking importance
for pupils are such
a small piece
of what makes you so sweet

Clothing and hair drenched
in both water and desire
cling to my skin
like leeches recently confined
cave walls
echo bits and pieces
of words I have heard
but still inside
your smile
is the loveliest verb

reaching towards
an unknown shape
my hands break the barrier
and reach beyond a flowing abyss
I feel a gentle softness
and similarly dampened skin
pressing and caressing
tring to touch
that which I have not seen
but only wanted
only in dreams

remembering what's been said
the mosiac comes to life
an artists renditioning
of how beautiful you are
gently walks into view
while LOL's
and cups of coffee
drape around my mind
wanting a soft touch
or a giggling kiss
are never far behind

I've stared into transparency
glared back at assumptions
been found guilty
of contempt and presumptions
but right now
as how I feel
comes into view
all I see is lovely
and all I want is you