I have found I have more need of
Ice than I do fire.
I am always able to heat you up.
I can light you up
With a fingernail,
Make you burn,
With a smirk.
Reduce you to ash
By dragging my eyes down your
Naked body,
Setting an inferno upon your shame.
It is when you
Are stoked beyond control,
That what you need is no longer my hot breath.
What you need is to be frozen,
Stored in the back with
Next week's milk,
And the organs.
You need to be stung
By the frostbite
You have to endure your ice age,
Before my heat can be bearable.
So go, and freeze.
Freeze, and I may hope to one day
Make you melt again.