Tectonic Plates

There is a hot crumbling beneath the cold surface

Pushed apart, inching further away as you slumber

Come and conquer, let your fury be known

And then, rest your sweet head on my arid slopes

And dream of places greener and free from history

Abandon these too-familiar shores that froth and quake in and out of your vision

Like a desperate mirage

I am landlocked by your love,

My offerings sparse;

The shivering coils of my heart,

The contracting hollows of my veins,

The skin that falls and rises under your hand,

The tongue that searches for your taste and

The lips that never tell you how well you are missed here

So I break, unwillingly

So that we might collide again