Awakened by her vibrations
His molten rocks sputter,
Preferring to remain undisturbed.
Boiling, brewing, he begun erruption.
Amused by volcano's reaction
she listens and watches,no retaliation.
Considering her own stormy nights
when her lightning bolts strike thrice;
When her clapping of thunder
revolts even the sages
(both above and under).
She places a palm outwards,
blows kisses of cool wind,
To greet his fury,
His sweet love remembered.
His embers, with a smile, are pardoned.
She showers his projecting magma-
With droplets of chilled agua.
Awaited patiently for his red to cool,
to be brown, with help from yellow sun;
So that his lava could reconnect with outer earth-green.
Using a drifting veer she carries a charming flower seed and lays it beside him,
Soft petals soon blossom, rosy and pink.
They both smile gently,
now glowing for each other.
The volcano and Storm are forever in love, in flare and submerged;
Growing compassion and understanding of each other's plates and waves.
Yet neither may burn nor drown
but somehow remain facing the other-
At the very tip of their forbidden lips' kiss- for this day, tomorrow and in endlessness.
1:55am . Thurs, 24th, August, 2017.
