You’ve lodged yourself somewhere deep inside of me
so that when I see you, when I think of you
I feel a stirring that begins in the pit of my stomach
that rises, bubbly and effervescent, up to my throat
And it pops and shuffles and moves about
right there in my rib cage until I can no longer contain it
until I break into a grin so wide it catches waterfalls
of jokes and embraces and secrets shared between us
me and you
Drinking gallons of wine and whiskey
holding each other close under a pile of thick blankets on a winter’s night
climbing to the summit of green, rocky mountains
swimming with green sea turtles darting between red corals
me and you
The waterfalls eventually drown me
I die a thousand blissful deaths until the waves crest
the bubbling boils away, and I am alone again
and you’ve buried yourself away again into the deepest parts of my soul
There you will always remain, and I’ll keep collecting memories
to store up and add to the next deluge, when you look at me and smile
or when I think of you and recall just how heavily ingrained you are
within every bit of me
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