Fire and Ice

Like silver you raced across my skin,
and just as dark, just as cold.
Across that expanse of snow untouched,
red exploded, before those icy lips
left me here alone.
Pretentious, and this fire is undeserved,
but glowering ashes serve purpose.
Scarlet was never so becoming
as when it pushed through stone walls,
unto the surface.
Odd how such a vibrant color could
bind the passion, the burning pain.
Be fire or ice, such infidelities have
unlocked torment, turned the rarest
beauty to shame.
No cause of mine, you stand simply
as justification for silver’s greeting.
So, as the snow that graces the world,
you are best explained as indefinitely cold,
and forever fleeting.
Beautiful in your way, I can’t complain,
and the draw of fire & ice is unexplained.

i don’t know what posessed me, but here are the fruits of it.
Amanda.