I found you cold,
full of hot air 
that could never warm
your skin, only the sky
red in both our eyes
for lack of pulse beneath
a rhyolite veneer.

Not blood but glass
cut through our veins,
made us rough
to exfoliate others’ skin.

They became better for the knowing of us.
Our lessons they learned well:

sunscreen and shoes
protect most from the burning
overhead and below feet.

But, 

when nuclear fusion meets magma,
they combine into a greater flame.

For I am the sun dipping low 
to French kiss the water that laps 
at your feet for a taste of your salt.

You arise with scalding lava fingers 
and tickle the rays of my hair upon the surf.

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