fire and ice

We trade places as we talk rotating around a sphere

Fire and ice are choices we share from one-hundred and eighty degrees

Cold and unyielding and molten air vaporized in a conversation

Visible and invisible words flow like a river to the sea and collect memories

When you say I love you it's often lurking in a esoteric word like moron or vile

How can I not fall for your muted and mysterious expressions of closeness

If I look into the sun and it dives into the ocean I can see the green flash of your eyes