Steamed

Melt your eyes as the sit in mine.

You are Ice and I am Flame. 

We steam around each other

floating up and down,

glazing glass and dripping united.

I, the west wind, 

you, the east. 

We tornado into violent plumes

and leave our wake wet

with wanting and awe. 

We take turns leading

and falling, burning

and crawling. 

Our hands melt 

to pieces of each other.

When I enraged you cool me.

When you float frozen

I beacon you home.

No matter how the world turns

we always keep each other warm. 

Thanks to Barbara for this Saturday's inspiration about mixing coldness and warmth.