I want to be a field
craving for water
beside a river
that eagerly
waits for the monsoon
to overflow and flood me.
Let me feel your water
wrap me up and fill me up with you,
sweep me away and dominate me,
let me hear your breath
upon and within me.
I want to be a field
buried by lava of passion
and leave me now
then again
then again
then again
in your arms.
Flood me with love.

May 8, 2018