Tidal Waves and Volcanoes
Like the flowing rage of magma
it drapes across the land
sweet and sickly smell of sulfur
Making love to noses up high
down low alike
Lake of fire bubbling about and kissing the kingdom
of the frightened, their fiery smiles blossom
A flower
Singular in its purpose
It buds and pollinates
the rest
Like the flowing rage of water
it sweeps across the land
crisp and clean smell of fresh and new
Tidal waves making love to the land
the noses are full
they come clean in the wash
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2012
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