Flood

Wherever I go I’ll will be listening to you with all cylinders Your voice no longer interrupted by my thoughts Casual comments becoming your defining moments If love was a flood we would all wish to drown We make boats of concern so as not to be engulfed by The myriad ways we pour our hearts towards each other Fearing the sense of collapse The illusion of control and limits: The baker riding his own carpet of dough to the moon: Loving our cashiers: Hugging arcade games: Flying through branches Wherever we go