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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