Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Water

They say
that love is a fire,
singeing,
burning,
devouring everything
in its flames
of passion and lust.

But your love 
is more like water:

seeping through the cracks,

soothing burns,

enveloping with
quiet lulls of ripples
that fluidly change 
into crashing waves
and back,

eroding walls,

dissolving me slowly
and gently
in
your arms.

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