You, Smoking Volcano

Well, it’s a yearning.

It's warmth, all over, and a tingling sensation

Like menthol or cinnamon on your tongue.

You will feel like your molecules

Are smoldering and realize

There is magma deep inside of you.

It has been there since the dawn of time.

You will want to erupt.

Your skin will crackle with heat,

Sensitive to the touch.

But you must be patient:

Your time is coming.