Peaks and Mountains

I know your lies lie on your loins
when they take me high up.
I cannot say about your tongue
that has been everywhere on my Earth.
Break more rocks, no you won’t
sing more hymns, please pray.
I have touched those clouds around your hair,
I have hit the sun with my arms stretching.

I am your fan chasing your wind,
I am the soundtrack causing more rhythm.

We did make stories, like human and babies,
we showed what sweet rocks rocking our dear.
Will we rename ecstasy
When we rain.
I will be at the peak
waiting for your mountain,
We will speak language of volcanoes
and breathe the ashes of passion.

Ruddapoet Rudolph