Ice and Fire...by George W Kiwanuka

I saw her again, I laid my eyes on that beautiful passionate volcano
Regret and nostalgia almost overwhelmed me for I missed her
the sparkling gem of perfection that had warmed my cold lonesome life with heat and joy
replaced my dark thoughts with boundless content and sensual adventure
An angry flame that never quite run out of love
I was a hateful ice block intimidated by her ember and smolders
disarmed and threatened by her happy free spirit

A burning flame of desire, she was a conflagration
she tore me with her nerve wrecking force and knocked me over
into a colourful bewildering cocktail of gratification and longing
sealed over legal jargon and scorching vodka
she was this enchanting spark that would burst into a consuming energy
whose touch and kisses sent me into ceaseless trembles

I am....was possessed, out of control
high on catalyst, off-guard and fearful
the fast speed ruptured us as well as heat and cold go
I was ice and she was my fire...while the cinders of our passion are not dead
too many firewood logs packed too tight douse flames
almost as surely as a drum of water would

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