L'aura del Campo

Marble and diamonds (Zmitri [137])

Revised May 7th

Marble and diamonds

I roil,
ire rising in a column of heat,
placid limestone turning into marble,
carbon into diamonds,
your bone now ash.

With nowhere to go,
await my tirade to ebb,
my lava to cool.
Let pools of magma vent elsewhere.

Here we'll remain,
me a plug of basalt,
you wrapped around me.

When wind weathers you to sand;
when water carries you away,
I'll miss you Zmitri.

Hold me tight then—
as if time does not exist.

1st posting:

Marble and diamonds

I roil,
ire rising in a column of heat,
turning placid limestone into marble,
carbon into diamonds,
your bone into ash.

With nowhere to go,
wait for my tirade to ebb,
my lava to cool.
Let pools of magma vent elsewhere.

Here we'll remain,
me a plug of basalt,
you wrapped around me.

When wind weathers your to sand;
when water carries you away,
I'll miss you Zmitri.
Until then,
hold me in tight—

as if time does not exist.

© Kåre Enga (3.may.2018) [175.137.zm]

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