My Flooding

My Flooding

acrylic on wood

44”x20” 

 

What loves awakened under your chest

What words have lead you within my grasp

What you, so tender, but strikes so fast

Those words you tell me now flow steadfast

 

What minded press on my lips so rich

What tall walls have fallen so sudden?

How for embraces of yours I’ve wished

These are the days I call “my flooding”

 

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