OPAL

You are ice and fire.
The touch of you burns my hands like snow.
You are cold and flame.
You are the crimson of amaryllis,
The silver of moon-touched gardenias.
When I was with you,
My heart was a frozen pond,
Gleaming with agitated torches.
The taste of your kiss - red wine and honey,
Burning my mouth with your sweetness.
Each glance, every touch,
A chip from my heart,
A fragment of blues and golds throbbing reds -
I burst apart
 and scatter with blazing colors.
Let me pave your way in ivory,
Bathe your spirit in peace.
Take heed - take strength -
The mornings light is close,
And I will be just a whisper
 in your night.