The diamonds and silk we drape ourselves in are how
We scream and stretch and reach out to each other

the rough around our gilded hearts
wanting to be touched

The lights of the city are not just
Electrons and lightbulbs and screens. The lights
burning in the blackcold are sparks
Kindled in the hellos and goodbyes and hugs and long last looks and smiles and I-love-yous
Twinkling defiantly in our eyes.

From the icy waters the snow is born and rises over
the city,
Settling like the wilting pine needles on the trees,
Chopped and decorated in a glitzy promenade and torn from their
roots.

Winter
is lonely in
Its grief.

The chill of the frozenborn blanket that covers
the city
sneaks in like a thiefinthenight
And the blood retreats to the heart to keep it warm
All by itself.

We all retreat
when faced with
the cold

Coldshoulders and cold Hearts.

who are you?

The moment when their eyes light up
Their mouth twitches to make words and their vocal cords prepare to hum
Or the door opens
Or the corner is rounded
Or something is going to happen and all the oracles and the prophets refuse to offer their Delphine divination
And all there is
Is the moment
and You
and the waiting

when will
                 anything
happen?

She is the quiet champion
Nothing but the Truth and it shall make us free;
The pensive fighter, she sits, eyes down and mind a hunter for that Truth
to liberate her and me and us and all until It's done.
Eyes dart and heart beats on slowburn
the embers glowing hot in the center, waiting to blaze and lick and lap at the danger
as sword and shield are drawn and Jabberwock is slain
and then a slight grin a hug a sparkle in the eye as
-The monster's head in her hand-
She returns to her Truth and her love and the soft glow
of the quiet champion's eyes as they look to those around her
and the sword and shield in the corner for the next monster

the smile returns, the eyes kindle, the task manifests
and the work begins again--quiet and pensive the Gladiator
marches toward the Truth with her friends

peaceful except for the footsteps
and the whispers
and the love

The fire politely rages on at her center
The drive cascades up from the heart and out from the mouth and
Smoke rings forming the letters of the passion and blowing defiantly
(or pleasantly) In my face. Sparks escape occasionally, starry dreams from here to wherever whyever
nudging quietly the air to the side and lingering where they may as they dance among the dreams
All to the sound of the drums and the sound of her heartbeat
and the night air
and the sky

coldbreath and sparks forever in the Tango

They're all Titans, giants to be sure
With me in their shadows, marveling at the Titans

no shadow of my own