flood of love

your love

flows as water

from a broken dam

to quench my parched terrain

and flood the empty canyons

of my being



empty streambeds

with rivulets of joy

and dried up cisterns

with cool and sparkling



the fingers of your passion

explore each crevasse and fissure

seeking particles of pain

and washing them away,

mere grains of sand

in this torrent of fresh water


and i am left

with the carved smooth surface

of my being

still wet with you

reflecting sunlight

even as it receives

the waters

of your precious flood


still you pour

yourself into me

an endless stream of love

which inundates my soul

till i spill over from the deluge

in these cascading


of joy









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