Love is

Drinking water from the mouth of Hades.

A liquid flaming gold,

Scooped from the river of fire itself.

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The lava leaves burning scars on my lips,

My soul is but melted rock,

Indistinguishable.

My insides boil,

Bubbling red until

The heat, no longer contained

Erupts.

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Molten tears race down my skin,

It’s Pompeii come to devastate again.

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And when the tears cool,

And the glow hardens to rock,

A blanket of ash lays me down to sleep.

For awhile, all is calm,

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Until I thirst again…

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