Like magma

We did not wish each other

a happy valentines day because

the words are empty mountains

lying dormant and deathly still.

Whilst our love is volcanic,

Vesuvius destructive

leaving plaster casts of the lives

we led before that kiss in the car park

when Eros loosened his arrows

and valentines paled into insignificance

as we discovered love which

transcends earthly boundaries,

which sears our skin like magma;

left naked and exposed to one another.

 


 

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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