The Wave is what i call her.

she comes and goes, sometimes not appearing for days or weeks or even months

and then i miss her terribly

she knows when i need her, when my heart needs a rest

she greets me,

full and strong and deep

she knows me, she knows my heart.

so i give her control, and she washes over me

i surf her, swim in her truth, drown in the cool

she whispers me words, and they fit with my heart

i wish i knew why she leaves, and where she goes

i feel the emptiness of her absense every time, but i keep her words

they are raw and dirty and fully me, as if she knows how to take my heart,

take my whole being, and turn them to words

flowing

steady

true

i am swimming in her now

look at me go

flowing

steady

true

she will leave soon

i will wait for her again.