One day I’ll flood your mind with violent words
Ones you’ll spew like plumes of dark volcanic ash
All because you thought you knew me; and not
That new situations mother newer versions of self.
These words will punch higher and higher into the atmosphere,
Only to fall like unwanted semantic and psychological noise
Noise sharp as the glass and rock shards raining from your elliptical ash tower
Noise gathering force over the Atlantic, to corrode and cut through my armour;
Yet, your anger-blind self will feel a prevailing wind returning debris to the source.
And, for weeks, the fallout will foul Love’s rooting place,
Chilling the atmosphere unseasonably,
Creating beneath you, and beneath me,
Teeth-chattering, earth-quaking instability
Instability inhibited only with preparedness;
So, to ward off collapse in the caring city,
With patience and understanding,
I will upset our chemistry, in due time.