Fire and Ice

​Come to me with all your desires
lay them down on satin belly
melting flesh,
your heat - my Christ
together we form, Fire and Ice-

Open vessel wide,
transparent bend our bones
fall prey to weight,
saturate
lucid dreams like pink powder
rest’s on stone-

She moves quickly passed dawn,
casting misty hot night,
flares, ignite!
Fire... Fire...
Her Fire, transforms in lather and lust,
liquid light lifts solid form-

Ice... Ice... Ice...
His cool calms flesh in dreams,
dream... dreaming... dreams...
fragile in tune yet She speaks
His fluent tongue,
Her Passion - His Might!
in tandem they move, both
​Fire and Ice-

- J Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015