ripples

his fingers were smooth pebbles cast into the water creating infinite circles, starting minuscule and growing 

i can’t stop thinking about his fingers tracing the skin on my hip, pebbles cast into the water creating infinite circles, starting minuscule and growing, asking him to stay was asking the pebble to float, and i sank to the bottom but like bubbles i rose again because because i am ripples of water from a skipping stone, the smoothness of a shot of espresso with milk. 

I deserve the permanence of a Sharpie and lovers come and go just as the ripples.