What happens when
the lava plunges
below the waves?
Does it freeze at a touch
or does it slowly mold itself
to the shape of the battering surf?
Does it harden when
it’s washed in salt
or does it smooth out,
gently caressing each swell
in its hot hands?
Is this how we are?
Hot meeting cold?
Bending and forming
against each other
until we no longer
find separation
between me and you?
Jigsawed from puzzles
designed by
your loves,
your desires,
by the music infiltrating your brain,
I am your pieces
like the water molding the lava.
I am these shadows knitted
from your hands.
I am the fire
submitting
to your waves.
~Patience
This is beautiful. ❤
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Thank you! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you! Although the art is mostly borrowed from the sites listed, I’m glad you enjoyed my choices and hopefully my poems too! 🙂
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