volcano
fiery words
erupt
from your lips,
to spill forth,
dripping,
on those tensions that
tightly entangle us.
they melt my resistance,
leaving liquid questions
no longer dormant.
hands ignite nerves;
you shake me, sending tremors
to envelope our struggle.
oh, these flashing eyes capture
my mouth,
suddenly too hot and dry,
dry like ash
and apathy
and
empty of a reply.
when the dust settles and
all is said and done,
i'm left frozen and hardened,
just grey,
grey just like pompeii's
final goodbye.
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