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.