Eargasm

An intimate hush, Seeps into an eternal helix found high. Entering self-conscious. Circling the rim of infacuation. The sound of your voice. A gentle tapping. A ripple, ambient to the puddle that drips. As Continuous. Errant in direction. An echoing curvature. Slowly eroding. Leaving behind graphite. As beads now stream, as a river. No longer recluse, As the puddle overflows into an ocean