you are that of the sun, which yearns for cold. i am that of the ice which yearns for warmth.
you are warmth.
like sunlight seeps into my skin
as hot summer wine spills over my lips.
you are pure gold.
glinting off of petals
running down the leaves like drops of dew
on a morning after summer rain.
you are the sun, the summer king,
who tucks my hair behind my ear,
and suddenly a dandelion rests there.

i am cold.
like crystal snow creeps over your skin
as water falls from where it does not wish to be.
i am blue-white.
pale skin so soft, taking in the cold
as ice claws its way over the earth,
over you.

and we touch, and it burns, seasons clashing, searing pain sharp like needles.
and in your eyes that speak of golden wine,
fire and dancing and such,
i am the queen of snow.
cold to the touch, with eyes that pierce like a winter storm.
you calm my storm.
you, who settles icy winds,
my thrashing and screaming.
you, who soothes my pain,
who calms me.
though your skin burns white hot, searing my frost bitten fingertips,
i long for it.

i am a poem.
my stanzas are in my skin. my rhythm in my heart.
beat in my fingertips.
pulsating.
my scars are my story. the ones you can see and the ones you cannot.
i am many mistakes, lines words phrases X out.
change this to sound prettier, change that to make sense.
i am my history as ink to paper, traveling incessantly, twists and turns and loops.
i am cursive and i am print.
i am story and i am song.
these inkblots are in my veins wicked and tangled.
i am free to be what i choose, whether it is what you like or not.
i am insatiable, for my words are endless.
i am lies and i am truths, manipulation of words to caress the readers ear.
i am adjectives and nouns.
i speak verbs to make me move.
i am hesitant when i wish then i am done.
i am goodnight sun, goodmorning moon. i am swordfights and fairytales galore.
i am sensible by little means, but you listen just the same.
i am a beginning, i am a middle, and i am an end. but not this end...

starlight. starbright.
don't you forget to breathe tonight.
ivy climbs all up your arms in through your secrets out your metaphors.
you whisper unspeakables to me
as i lay restless
tossing
and
turning
tingling
and
tormented.
blossoms fierce. lilies scattered.
your skin is dark.
tinted green.
                    your green angel skin.
                                                    your soil black eyes.
deeper than memories
those charred remains of us...
the ashes that fell when the wind blew
your
thorn
jacket warding off affection.
the smoke dancing outsiders
"don't you get too close. don't you take me in."
you are the shadow that haunts me in my dreams.
                your green angel skin
                                                 brushing against mine
your dark silk voice
slipping across my mind.
i cannot seem to get away
from you.
you turn and look me in the the eye
the way you do.
you know exactly what you're doing to me.
the verdict of your vision
rolls in with the smoke storm
the products of your privilege.
these thoughts are wearing
on your thorn jacket.
your conviction is fading.
                     i lose myself
                                       in our convergence.
because you are my lily in the ash.
starlight. starbright.
please don't you leave me tonight.