My Flooding

Acrylic and Ink on Wood

44”x20”

Poetry

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”