The Geology of Change: A Poem for Rock

You speak between the lines, A¬†secret to decode. No sense of where to stand, But in between, there is something like love. The flint, the spark, the flame, Lava's liquid sharpness, Igneous, formed from fire. You sweat, but we do not burn. Adrenaline buzzed with fever, I held you wet in my arms. Sick with... Continue Reading →

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