Fire & Ice
I love to love how your eyes go ablaze
by the turn of the yellowing pages
to gaze would mean to be lost in the waves
while the eye of the hurricane rages
for God be a sinner were you to wilt
at Death's scythe not by flesh but bravado
willful ignorance adamantly built
the serene mountains of Colorado
your lips are cold but thee tongue flickers fire
that burns mesmeric words into dry ice
your hypnotic stare calls me to the pyre
consuming me whole, your cage will suffice
Basilisk, you cannot fathom my grave
All you see is two wide eyes, not your slave
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