Landslides
Landslides in the name of love
Under avalanches of her heartache
Her hills heave my earthquakes
Her fire colored dust sedates me
Her hands, hold seashores, and my land
Her soul is too airy to stay grounded
She calls from that secret place I know
And hot spring of steam rises effortlessly
A tropical tree tears loose, from the forest floor
Her sun so sweet flows down, and surrounds my core
As lavender valley’s awaits kisses of mist to rise
He knows, better to wait, until stars fall into her eyes
Evening jasmine fondles and fills our senses
I call out the hummingbirds to hover over head
Pink poinsettias point to nature’s natural gifts
We wait intimately for waterfalls to wet our sounds
Here in loves arms with her, I whisper rains name
With freshly cut flowers, she stains my soul, my name
She breathes; desert dust rises up, and stirs me again
Purified, we bask, and then bathe, with the boulder in the bay
I say her name gentle, and she strands my day
Landslides, love does have your name.
