Sometimes when I look at you
You are just a girl.
Just a girl, with flaws and dreams and...
Sometimes you're just you,
Nothing dire.
And when you touch me I feel only the comfort
Of another human being's fingertips.
But then sometimes
When I look at you
I love the muscles in your back that look like wings could unfold from them,
That tense like a panther's when you walk,
And the curve of your jaw, the way it's shadowed in the light,
And I get fascinated by the way your lips move when you speak.
And when you touch me you leave scorch marks
In the shape of your hands
And I am searingly cold inside
And I only want you to burn the sadness out of me
Inch by inch.
I don't understand how you can be both.