Waves...

I can't offer neat or simple...
Can’t give a breezy kind of love…
Boxed up and wrapped away
To open in easy moments
Choosing when and where to let it out or make it stay.

This love of mine is water...
Once it flows it covers everything
Not even my own heart contains it most days
It drips from my mouth without a thought
Pours from my fingertips...
My eyes aren't designed to keep it at bay...


It spills...
Over your hands
Into your ears
Through your memories
Searching and soaking them in... understanding... you

It seeps…
Into your laugh
Through your skin
Leaving nothing untouched
unloved…

Around your neck in a stream…
And down your spine to where your strength lies
Fills the corners where the questions and doubts hide
This love knows your mind...
and with infinite hope it trusts your left side...
where ribs abide.

This love won't be quiet and move haltingly like some might…
It's bold and gushing...
It laughs loud and teases in the daylight
Broods with music and longing over your voice at night

This love knows where you came from 
and wants to be everywhere you're going...

If your body is there…
If your laugh is there…
If that drive behind the sleepless nights finds you in a place
with lights off and screen glowing or notebook waiting for your thoughts...

This love wants to soak that page
Those linens where you lay
That moon over your face
This love wants to drown you in that place