Volcano

I strain to remember but there are a few

things  that I shall never forget –

like the taste of your tongue on my tongue;

the feeling of your skin against my flesh;

the rhythm of our bodies becoming one

in the early morning hours, late at night,

& during hours when others look away.

I close my eyes to see you.

You appear crystal clear and fresh before me

like ripe fruit on the vine –

ready to burst in my mouth with the taste of the sun.

New flavour awaits me.

Love opens before my eyes, even though I look away.

I can’t help but see you.

I cannot stop thinking about you.

I want to touch your touch against me,

yet I have to hold my passion in –

like a volcano ready to erupt.

As the pressure mounts,

I burn hot waiting.

Silently and alone,

I wait.

Trembles within me go unnoticed.

Sweet memories are kept alive by passion,

and my rumbles of protest are kept within.

I wait for the spring.

Waiting for the eruption.

Suddenly without warning I am ready to

open and release myself to you,

blooming with every touch you give.

I erupt, pouring my love to you,

filling an empty chasm that leads straight to my heart.

I give into you.

I erupt in love.