You gave my magma permission to flow
as if it was a dam breached by the sea —
unleashed the power of my volcano
which dormantful had languished sulphurly.
But all those bitter fumes are now dissolved
as in your eyes I glidely rise to sky;
and through your lips my loneness is absolved
(although we kissed for hours, no time went by).
So now that molten rock runs down a stream
of ever-widening flood and torrid deep.
I now know you are more than just a dream:
My heart awoke from numbed-down oversleep.
For lava does not burn when in the sea;
but crazy bubbles wrap round you and me!
© 2012, Alan Morrison