Tears of the Gods

His heart, now the colour of his wife. Broke apart.
The urn smashed, scattering them both across the clouds.
As the volcanoes rumbled and the gods groaned.
Down they both came in the rains.
Licked up by the wood spirits and the humans below.
Pooling in the heart of the world, flecks of life;
and the cast down tears from Olympus.

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Beneath your waves

The world collapsed around me as I re-discovered you in my bed.
Columbus and the natives, rediscoveries of lands long ago known.
How did we drift so far apart, how did our continents slide away from one another?
Maybe it explains the volcanoes.
Your tectonic emotions that batter and barge into me, leaving me glistening with devils sulphur.
I want to set adrift, burn all I see and slowly disappear into the vastness of ocean tides.
But my circadian rhythm seems linked to you, I rise and fall when you are near and far; like the moon and the seas.
My world was rebuilt, the Atlantis in me rising from the depths that were your hurtful departures.
Let me crown you now, let me sing and bow and kiss the heels of your trident stance.
Tides, and the ties that bind force me to anchor your heart to my skin and my bedpost.
Underneath the waves of the sheets we can once again rule the seas.
Hold my soul in your hands like the ocean in a tiny glass, drink me in and swim.
Certainty is the shore I’m searching for, the land on my horizon.