there are times
my love,
when my heart,
is the greatest of oceans
at high tide.
and all that salted water,
is in love with you.
then,
there are times
my love,
when my heart is a
small puddle,
drying out, in the
summer's sun
after a storm of
thunder, lightning
and god's fury.
but still,
all that muddy water,
is in love with you.
and yes,
there are times
my love,
when my heart is a
babbling brook,
a slow moving river,
a languid lake....
rapids,
waterfalls,
eddy's,
delta's,
currents
and all those....
river driven,
metaphors.
and still,
all that water,
moving
fast, slow,
stagnant.
is in love with you.
and finally, my love
there are times....
when i am
a tall glass of water,
dew condensing,
on the rim.....
waiting,
longing,
desiring,
to be consumed, by you....