Earth Movers
"You and me, we're like tectonic plates,"
she said.
I picture earthquakes of passion-
massive movements of land
creating chaos
in its wide wake-
cataclysmic, total, devastating;
rippling echoes of tremors,
shuddering unstoppable;
I see volcanoes rill and spurt,
hot lava hurled
in a ecstasy of burning.
I feel the ground
begin to sway
under my feet.
"How?"
(I ask, gasping for air,
grasping for survival...)
"You grate on me."
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