at the dawning ...

how do you stand still
when a woman is an earthquake,
shaking the ground
beneath your feet?

how do you act cool
when she is a volcano,
erupting fire in your veins?

how do you tiptoe
around the remains of the past
that lay sleeping
in the darkened corners of your mind?

how did you find
yourself drowning in desire
after your heart
suffered a deep, long drought?

why do we doubt love
when its truth is never hiding,
and why does she remind me
of the red sun's rising?

what are the questions
we are afraid of,
and how do i get
to the answers?