You are the sun
Warming my face and leaving behind
A gentle red mask that can be painful
But is anxiously waited upon throughout the cold spell when I am without you.
You are a gentle whirlpool,
Spinning me around and lulling me in,
But I am a geyser to the ones I love,
Pushing them out
Before they get the chance to try and discover
My intermost secrets.
And though we are the same element,
We could never coexist
Because I am a threat to your being,
And you need me to change the nature of my ways
But as many times as I try,
A geyser can not be persuasive,
Except to those who like danger.