Volcano~A Metaphor on Passion

a stone's precipice

away from this

monumental

freedom

soared wings

of ardent eagles

ascending from

detritus

 

my love,

you have

metamorposed

into a

resplendence

a crave waiting

to be erupted

in the surge

of you

 

in chill of day

bitter of night

Author's Note

Give it to me straight!