Cold Flame

Maybe I’m the first to say these things,

Maybe I’m not

But if there’s ever a reliable teller of this truth,

Then let it be me

To say that your face carries a warm laugh,

Nestled in every chuckle they cede

The wave in your voice,

Gives way to a river bank of peace

And in there, everything settles,

Everything, including me

Your body is a cold flame,

A fireplace for comfort

They say the world is round,

I say the world is whatever shape you give it

I could choke at your beauty,

If my eyes feed on them for too long

And if nature ever spoke a word,

Then you could be it,