Cool.
He dresses in cool blues and purples,
Slouches back against
Railings that brush clouds while
Ice rolls down her back.

The rain runs down
And through her hair,
Into her eyes that he meets with a glance.
An eternity burns, irises reflect
Sunlight on sand and
Molten glass and-

He looks away, hair dyed a cool blue, obscuring
Eyes that seared her cheeks a bright
Sunburnt red.