My Love, a poem by Benjamin Grossman at Spillwords.com

My Love

My Love

written by: Benjamin Grossman

 

You are not flesh and bone,
Not clay and dust,
Nor light and darkness.

Neither are you some color
Fixed between good and bad
Or a mere figment of a poet’s imagination.

Rather, you are an admixture
Of fierce fire and flexible water.

Whenever I am near you,
All I feel is constant steam, ripened heat—
A desire to burn, no matter the consequences.

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