• The Geographer Contemplates Passion

    A simple fall lacks ambition,
    I shall smash into love,
    With you, beautiful natural disaster.
    My chalk outline dedication,
    The real shape of a human heart.

    Your lava hair, lover,
    Third degree burns my vision - scarring,
    Our ash love suffocates;
    Rolling eyes turn to lolling tongues.

    Dearest, together we'll make the Earth quake
    Slipping my fingers into your fault lines,
    I whisper dirty jokes about your molten core.