The bubbling bowl of my emotions quivers
On the verge of overflowing
An intervention, a sudden reduction in fire
Reduces the tension, causing a slight retraction
As it gently relaxes.
The warmth returns.
And she softly rises again.
Building again to a quivering state.
The ricochet of thoughts
Between mild and maddening
Never quite erupting
And yet never quite extinguishing.

Just simmering.