Fire & Ice
By Olivia Salter
You are the fire, reckless and wild,
flames licking the sky with a wolfish grin.
I am the ice, quiet and sharp,
a glacier’s blade beneath winter’s skin.
You burn with stories, restless and bright,
a wildfire craving the wind’s embrace.
I hold my silence, deep and tight,
winter’s hush on a frozen face.
You touch me—I crack, I flood, I run,
mountains weep where frost once lay.
I kiss you—you flicker, choke on ash,
your heat dims, your embers sway.
We shatter, mend, dissolve, ignite,
twin disasters locked in flight.
Yet when we break, we find a way—
to turn, return, to melt, to stay.
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