when i was

my passion is a flood
ending in a faint rainbow of misunderstood emotion
many have drowned in its ever ever swelling, billowing tide
few have been revived

i have needed to make love until i drowned too
i have needed to feel desire on my skin, on my lips, in my head -warm
i have wanted to taste the sweetness of togetherness on my lips
these are the components of the flood

consuming
seemingly endless
leaving one wondering if there will ever be enough time
for anyone to leap feet first or just damn nose dive