Volcano

Love lies dormant
underneath my skin layer it boils
just there simmering, like the lava of a million suns
waiting with patience for the correct life circumstance
the shift in the tectonic plates beneath
to bring forth an amorous explosion the like of Oahu or Kauai
destroying and yet creating
leaving a smolder in its path...
I have yet to meet a mortal who is worthy of my wrath
Love lies dormant
quiet yet un-asleep
it pulses through these veins with an incessantness
supplanted only by respect for that which dwells above
I have yet to find an equal who is worthy of this love...