Caught the glimpse
of the living volcano
in the retina of your eyes;
Felt the shimmering heat
of lava steaming
on your eyelashes;
Refracted the flames
Flickering
In your eyebrows
Clued-up your face
glowing
like the burning fires;
Reflected
in the mirror of
my still and tranquil mind;
Offended me
like the sore of stinging nettles
even by your shadow.
December 22,2005
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