RANDOM: Personal Poems About Love and HeartBreak 3

Personal Poems About Love & HeartBreak 3

   It's a Saturday, not a Thursday, I know and I'm very, very sorry. This week was hectic and I couldn't get myself to share with you. 

   To make it up to you, they'll be two today, fair? 🙃 (comment and let me know if its fine.)

This poem is written as a 'now you're back in my life' note.

  Here it is, read:

 FLOOD ME

Floods start with rains,

pouring into gutters,

into deep things,

like portholes.

Rain on swampy ground sinks in 

and the ground begins to mix,

begins to turn to swamp 

that it is.

My whole life has led up to this moment:

You come back to me and

the flood growing in 

my soft, swampy heart

umbrellas us,

my shoulders sag in your hug.

Floods

escape through my eyes.

Every time you change your perfume,

it still holds something familiar under it,

it's the way your body smells naked,

it smells rain,

smells male.

"I missed you,"

you say, invoking more torrents,

I cry,

melt ... foam

in the path of waterfall;

swamp, that I am.

Look,

when you were gone,

the portholes were covered up,

the gutters are clean now,

insecurities are being dealt with,

these deep parts of me are no longer messed up,

no longer treacherous 

like portholes,

looking for something to sink,

so flood me.

My heart is ready for this kind of intensity,

it's mostly good road here these days,

at least my chest no longer deadens

when you say,

"I love you."

I'm cold

but 

send more rain.

Open your storehouses,

the secure, downstairs rooms

that you kept intact,

let the waters in them rush in on me,

again.

Flood me to choking,

to drowning,

pour over me

to orgasm.