i am not the mountain, mi amor
i am the kiss beneath the avalanche
the molten whisper that melts through stone
i am the yearning that cracked the crust to find light—
not to be seen,
but to touch

you mistook me for solid
but i was always the trembling—
a prayer undone at your fingertips
a fault line learning how to feel

i am not the summit
i am the surrender
the smoke that wraps around your breath
the ash that writes your name on my ribs

i do not stand still for you
i burn beautifully
i break open in love
i erupt because i can no longer hold you inside

this is not destruction
this is devotion—
in its rawest, most ruinous form.