In my active volcano, you are restless
molten lava and lay dormant against my Spirit.
Our tangent thoughts erupt, emit steam~
redirect the smoke that smolders life.
We come to crossroads, merge sky with earth;
liquid to solid trailblazers on course
towards our Sacred ocean.
Waves wash, cleanse the impurities
that try to cling onto our future.
Palm upon palm, love lines interconnect
upwards-downwards to heights unseen.
Fingers test, touch internal hot springs,
top to bottom, our essence flows undisturbed.
You capture me in your embodiment whole,
I become crystallized connected;
ingrained instinctively within blessed chambers.
A fountain we form, gifts fostered
in one another to regain what was lost,
immortalized within layers of grey.
Honorable mention
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~Ron~
