341. 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.