I feel like there is ice in my veins,
a fierce, burning cold inside me, white-hot
and screaming to find its way out,
and it's all I can do to contain it,
keep you from burning up with me.
I feel like there are flames, dark, sweet heat,
lingering just behind my eyes,
building in my heart and my hands and my voice,
and they keep reaching for you,
so ready to close around you
and keep you forever.
I feel like there is a vine growing around my feet,
rooting me where I stand,
trapping me here between wishing and acting,
and all I can do is wait,
while the vines climb
and the fire grows
and the ice races again and again
past a heart that loves a little too well.
I have all the time in the world;
I can wait forever for you, if you want that,
all I'm asking is this:
Don't let me burn you.
This world has enough of ashes and dust.
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