her molten perfection, my brittle desire

i forget
how stunningly
she is
on the outside
because i am
so deeply
in love
with how
her soul is

her sultry
my thunderous
and all i know
with any certainty
is i would
die happily
with the taste
of her lips
on mine
and her words
as my final

i am beset
by absolutes
because my mind
can accept
nothing less
so when i
scream my love
to every
passing sparrow
it is something
only the residents
of pompeii
could ever
fully grasp.

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