Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
She
is the volcano erupting
her lave flows down on me,
it could be disrupting
it's not.
I see in the hot ashes,
flashes of her eyes
glimpses of her thighs.,
It's not disrupting at all, are my thoughts
as I fall, into
the fire.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
378
   Olivia Kent and Sally A Bayan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems