my heart smoulders,

the gas-infused crimson surfaces, 

leaks out,

hissing lava snakes


           from my snow-veined summit.

Fresh love has begun to mend this wounded cinder plain, where my forest stood, whittled to the bone. 


Reborn dreams

stack up, 

flow upon flow,


their tongues

to steam

the twilight air.


Prying mists quarry this brittle crag-rim'd volcano,

scuffing boulders into the molten heart-core.

Reclaiming syrupy ripples shimmer off the evening's breath

arcing ladders from this midnight sun,

keeper of my flame. 

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cerulean_soulhaze's picture

I love

The way this poem flows like lava, red and hot with passion, with more piling on top, higher and higher. I love the distinctly erotic undertones and the way the poem is formatted. You have great style!