Untitled - October 25, 2001

It's a delicate balance
upon a blade,
sharing fire and ice
at the same time.

Fiery drops of heat
are quickly followed
by a gently cold kiss -
freezing fire
in its brilliant form.

Molten shadows meld,
and then blend
with the icy tendrils -
forming pools
of liquid warmth.

The candle light plays
against a million shadows -
each forming and reforming
once more.

Peeling away the disguises
that are donned every day,
the merest of flesh
and bone -
until all that is left
are the feelings
that run hot
and then cold.

The cool evening breeze
plays against heated flesh
until the thoughts
melt into nothingness
and reform once more.