temper tantrums

.i.  
quietly  
she sleeps now  
a dormant volcano  
whose lava  
has crusted  
along the lifelines  
of my heart  

.ii.  
awake  
she is a flame  
that embers not  
and when her fuselage  
explodes  
she panics  
the fire department  
into cardiac arrest  
 
.iii.  
jah knows  
i only know  
how to calm  
her convulsions  
 
.iv.  
every time  
my sweet songs  
kiss her flaming tongues  
she simmers in my arms  
her passions driven  
to hibernated  
extinction  
 
.v.  
too soon again  
she rocks the mountains  
of the dubious world  
with a myriad  
of explosions  
that hunger and thirst  
for more of my  
sweet simmering songs  
 
.vi.  
♪sweet and low  
sweet and low  
sleep  
my little one  
sleep♪  
 
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by Clyve A. Bowen♫