Poems everywhere, even in poems

And so it goes, like nesting dolls, the nesting poems, shrinking and growing out of other poems. The poem as read and appreciated, then the poem unearthed from that poem. Here is a poem gleaned from a poem I read online recently. With apologies and thanks for the inspiration to the author. Any guesses as to the original poem? I'll post the original soon.

leafs out
 
water lilies stirred 
echo’s rippling, these 
idle green days 
absence, a hole
through which 
pouring bodies. 
twinge, thrum 
and clinch  
our penetrating  
quick.