The Flood

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