water.

my love is like rain
falling gently, warm
on your shoulders.
my love
is the water against your window
playing the glass like a bongo
at two am
to sing you back to sleep
after a horrible dream.

but sometimes
my love is like the ocean behind the levies.
most of the time
it takes a hurricane to break them.
but when it finally flows
my love floods the whole city
of your thumping heart
and fills all the hidden spaces
that not even you
knew were there.
the spaces between your walls
where your conscience hid your darkest moments
in bundles of clothes from your old life.
and in the spaces behind your eyelids
where water has only ever left,
my love will rush in and put it all back.