The Flood
The Flood Poem
Do you consider the floods of the creek that always come when you speak, my love?
How it flows and spills around you, stroking waves by a pitch change.
I don’t think my land will ever dry
dark flood that is sweet and beautiful overflow
Drowning in you, the highest honor
When I dream I see myself as a blemish on your face
A small dip, nestled tight on your cheek
Perfect to catch the tears your mind made
Before they met the words sitting on your lips
Or I could be a line curved and threaded in your palm
So you might kiss me when the world overwhelms you
Do you consider the floods of the creek that always come when you speak, my love?
How must I manage the tides in my eyes when reality arrives?
I don’t think my land will ever dry
Dark flood that is mournful and unending
Drowning in you, my destiny and legacy
When I dream I see myself as a sound wave
The beat of your favorite song to make you smile
Wind around you when you roll your body
Atmosphere hugging tight to your hips