"If We Were Made of Water"...
Updated: Mar 25
I'm spilling out again
looking for cracks to fill again
moving into tight spaces and unwelcome again.
Endless expansion and strength in any condition.
The point is you can't hold me anymore
from where you are
out of reach
out of touch
I'm out of space
and filling it all in again
So I overflow again
and I'm gasping for air
and grasping for earth
but your earth ain't solid--
it's sand and it's quick. But i'll
always be a wave. And you'll
just be a place that I crash--
I never land. I always sea.
You're just a man, whose needing me.
Never quenched and always wanting.
A wishing coin to my lush fountains--
rust in the shallows with the other copper pennies.
I could count for ages all the "wishes" you've left for me