Near Moana Loa
The magamized clouds flush in the horizon over nearby Hawaii
Bubbling in my cheeks
Spilling into the corners of my collarbones
Down into my rib cavity
The hues are adjacent to her favorite color red
Genomes opposite, her eyes sage green
Glossy unlike the slits inside a palm trees leaf
The price for this view should be valued more than the cost of first class tickets
The voyage should be a hike with an experienced tour guide who’s memorized the dips up this lava rock
The pitfalls if you rush over as its crumbling
Welted lava could pop any second now
I could see you any second now
The air slows, now plutonic as I run into her
My voice clings to the walls of my mouth
Jagged rock in my throat
I wish I could sound out how beautiful you are
I wish I knew if anyone has ever told you
Ever told you the way you are is just right
Ever told you your braids are the color of sunshine on a lazy spring afternoon
Ever told you the rasp in your voice trickles, fluttering in my ears
Ever told you your quick-witted sense of humor stuns me more than Moana Loa stuns tourists when it rumbles in Hawaii
I wish the tremors in my voice would let me say this to you
You’d think I stumbled over the tectonic plates
The roof of my mouth a mantle ready to ooze
If I flowed into you I promise I wouldn’t singe your skin leaving scars
Molten ash wouldn’t roll to cloud every single one of your days
Has anyone ever told you it’s bizarre nothing has swept you off your feet
This cataclysmic eruption would burst so there wouldn’t be ground to stand on
The boom would pulse past you over this mainland
Underwater volcanoes only sizzle as often as we brush glances
Dormant volcanoes would only wish to be heard
Only wish to be heard by you
Have I ever told you that I don’t mean to be silent around you
Every word I want to say igneous-izes in my chest
I don’t mean for this to happen
It’s just the natural process
I don’t mean to harden
I wish I didn’t. I wish you knew this. I wish I could say this to you.