Kiss of Stone

Your basalt lips taste fine

And so do mine, I bet,

Like sweet rocky wine, and yet,

I feel we’re still trapped down a mine.

 

Oh my obsidian angel

Do you remember the days

When the fledgling earth spewed us up

Cavechildren gasped as we emerged

Molten in our embrace

And lava was love.

 

Rock me, baby.

 

                                          Heen

 

 

 

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