If you hurt me, I flee away
behind the volcanos of despair.
And
I get hurt so easily,
with just one malicious lie,
a deceitful smile,
a pragmatic "how do you do"
I crash and crack open to my bones.
But for one kiss of your truth
I climb the Everest right back to life,
descending from my panicle back to us,
to the valleys of your arms,
between your breast.
