A/N: This was never meant to be a companion piece to my story "Fire and Ice", but in retrospect, it's very appropriate if taken from Jacinda's point of view. Nonetheless, I wrote it for *me* about this guy like, 5 million eons ago (okay, it was September '02 – a year and a half ago) and I finally revised the parts that were really bugging me. It's not so much poetry as it is a bunch of vaguely poetic sounding sentences strung together.
"Of Fire and Ice"
I try to feel the music
thundering in my ears
like audio lightning.
It sparks my soul
and you can see me
written all over the sky
because my eyes are open books
and the few masks I wear are
translucent.
I don't look you in the eye
because I don't want you
to see the scattered daydreams
that you'll never let come true.
My lips don't move for a reason
and the liquid fire in my veins
congregates at my cheeks
whenever you speak.
My heart sears for you,
so turn the spit and
let the bite of your frosty affection
encompass me wholly and
temper the flames.
Like any hot-blooded woman,
I just can't let this go,
but the power of such consumption
is so overwhelming
I should think
I'm incapable of love.