i want to hide in the volcano trees
leaves that burn my eyes
your eyes burn holes through me
and i squint to catch the sunbursts
bits of gold glimmer around your eclipses
i reminisce, instances where i get lost in you
you are all hands and lips and shoulders
mine are yours to hold
i say that all i want is for you to be unhappy.
but if you wanted,
you could hide with me in my volcano tree
where we'd sit all day and smolder
we'd glow like the fires that burn the volcano tree leaves.
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