love as water/vice versa

I.

If I could measure:

the words that spill out of my mouth,

reckless like a flooded stream,

how many of the waves would have your name written

on them?

And how long, would the stretch of the riverbed be,

hidden deep beneath the foaming current,

that has the feeling of my hands on your hips engraved

upon it?

II.

you are easy to love in the same way

a storm is

Which is to say you could

Send a knockout wave and

I’d still be

standing there in the rain, a fond smile upon my face,

III.

now I draw my lines in the sand.

Waiting,

for you to be the

Tide

Coming in.

Kris Johnson