Would it be a cascading speck of dirt
If I torment , puff and blast my heart?
Would it be the mystical death in graveyard
If I squirrel beyond your bars
Would it be a bitterly extravagant ash
If I coil our sweetner's scent
What if I erupt our volcanoes of memories
Would it still be igneous games of weights and measures?
Would you bless my scorching lava at eternal peace
Or crust'd roll down sheepishly
Forever eroding your imprints..