Isle of Man
Our love born within the heart of a volcano
Molten desire heated by an explosive core
An amalgam of hopes and dreams shared
Churning in the crucible of rampant passion
The pressures beg some grand release
Some throwing off of ancient rock and earth
In the great cataclysm of fiery dispute
We are spewed like so much dust and dirt
Our love pours forth from glaring crack
Flowing out as if breath exhaled
A worldly sigh of relief in glowing red
Some relent to the heart’s infernal fires
I flow out and away in a burning path
My wrath laid upon the innocent close few
Until time and tide cool and solidify
What remains of me a hardened view
But I will make it to waters soothing edge
And there I will again plant my feet
As I form a new island version of me
Where without you I am complete
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Brad, I loved this one; one of your best! great ending with “a new island version of me”. Happy Thanksgiving!
Thank you Jim! And a Happy thanksgiving to you and yours! 🦃
thanks, Brad!
Masterfully written 🖤
Thank you beautiful Miss Harley! 🖤
Great imagery in this poem and an interesting metaphor for starting over again. Nice one brad 😉
Thank you Mathew! 🐺
Lovely 🌷
Thank you Miss Jupiter, but it is not as lovely as you! 💋
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