Love is
Drinking water from the mouth of Hades.
A liquid flaming gold,
Scooped from the river of fire itself.
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The lava leaves burning scars on my lips,
My soul is but melted rock,
Indistinguishable.
My insides boil,
Bubbling red until
The heat, no longer contained
Erupts.
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Molten tears race down my skin,
It’s Pompeii come to devastate again.
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And when the tears cool,
And the glow hardens to rock,
A blanket of ash lays me down to sleep.
For awhile, all is calm,
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Until I thirst again…