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The Caves of Qumran is available!

Continuity

Superficial

The splendor of the night seems tainted 

with the truth of the day,

Where the rays of the sun shine brilliant, 

glistening over a million flaws.

The diamonds that glimmer at your neck 

under the city lights

Are drab in the daylight, covered with the ashes 

of last night's dreams.

There is a layer of grit that covers 

the silk cushions where you lay your head,

It smells like cigarette smoke, cheap hairspray, 

and last night's expectations.

Sunglasses can't hide the hangover in your eyes 

from too many shots of regret

and a few stale promises. 

There is no lipstick red enough to cover 

the pallor of long-dead smiles,

No corset tight enough to give shape 

to drooping potential.

The high heels you wear could reach 

all the way to the penthouse, 

and still do nothing to elongate your character. 

The bartender convinced you that 

an ounce of beauty, a smidgen of charm, 

well shaken and chilled with a little luck 

would transform you 

from cheap vodka into a luxury cocktail.

So you sipped away on lies and gambled 

the price of your happiness only to realize

that the audience watching you 

was both deaf and blind.

And now, standing here, seeing where your mascara 

has settled into your mistakes 

In the reflection of the taxi window 

that's already driving away,

The sun burns hot on your skin 

that's already scarlet with self-hate,

So you turn back to the shadows and hide 

with the beauty of something completely fake. 

The Elements of Love part 3- Earth

Have I ever told you you're my world?  Yeah, you're a little rough around the edges, but I love every mountain peak and canyon, proof of the changes that transformed you from the inside out.  

I love your opinion that pours forth like hot lava, recreating the earth as your thoughts harden and your dreams take shape.  The molten essence of you is raw and real and untempered, yet your will is strong. And like cold water to iron, it strengthens your resolve. 

I want to plant my feet in your soil and just grow into you.  I want to sprout roots so deep they touch your soul.  I want to be the leaves on your trees and feed you captured sunlight.  I want to blow you kisses on the evening breeze and shelter you from existential storms.

I want to paint our history and our future on cave walls and immortalize our love on stone.  I want to teach the rivers our story and collect our memories in the ocean.  I want to sing in the caverns of your darkest days and promise you a light at the end of the tunnel. 

I want to etch a lifetime into your sand dunes, shine on your deserts like the blazing sun, and run through your landscape like a gazelle.  I want to spread myself like a blanket of snow on your tundra and glow blue and green like an iceberg in the waves.  

I don't need a Ph.D. in topography, ecology, geology, or paleontology.  I'd rather just be an expert on you.