Burn Frozen
[standing at opposite poles, all that we need is to meet in the middle of
impossibility.]
Ice. Ashen skin clashing with white hair streaked blond. Looking up through slivers
of hair, your silver grey eyes would focus. You'd strut down the corridor, thin lanky form
between thick-skinned sidekicks. We'd hold our breaths, waiting for your taunts, your icy
comments, wintry glares we'd cower from. Polar gusts of stinging wind swirling around you,
flanking your body wherever you went. Just like your two burly shadows; a trio daring us
to step aside, step back. You, freezing to the bone.
Fire. Padding down the hallway, soft slaps against the stone. Blazing hair hiding my face, chestnut speckled cheeks. Warmth illuminating from deep eyes, flecks of colour mixed brown surrounded by red tinged lashes. Glowing smiles to those acknowledging my presence. Shy looks, head down for people settling discomfort within, usually without realising. Warm heart, rippling through my lungs, my stomach, unbroken into my limbs. Hopeful glimmers from my eyes, waiting for someone that could unleash this build up of burning and hidden hunger, desire.
Opposites attract. I'd watch you. Curiosity shaded with fear. Dangerous you were, a thrill. Crystal eyes would catch me looking, chills from your glare, shivers down my spine. But I couldn't turn away. It was always you, breaking contact, shaken slightly by the heat stinging your eyes, confused. Stupid fourth year. Stop looking. And I would, I didn't care. You'd disappear down and around the corner, disappear from my mind.
The contact was accidental. Right place at the right time. The burning within me melting ice to water, pooling at my feet. And from then on you were different in my eyes, different away from the crowds, face to face in the stillness of isolation. Tough guy facade thawing out, dissolving away, faltering and falling through my flaming fingertips.
Special. I was special because I saw you like this, like no other. Me, the shy timid invisible girl that floated down the corridors without turning heads, without capturing any attention from the heroes I so wanted. But with you they suddenly didn't matter. They'd had their chance to notice and it had now passed them by. In the halls, in lessons, you were still frozen solid, words damaging like daggers of glacial sea ice. But with me the weaker you, the fragile and vulnerable inside that you'd protected from the world uncontrollably rose to the surface, cracking the frozen watery covering of winter.
Alive. You allowed me to breathe. Fresh biting gasps to my lungs once filled with stale dust and memories, awakening my senses. In return I kept you sane, bearable, stable. No one can survive without care, a soft touch, a kind word. Love, the greatest calm, mellowing your frost covered gusts of wind. They had been waiting to topple you over the edge of a destined, jagged bottomed ravine. Without realising, I had saved you.
And I was free. The tighter these unseen bonds tied me to you the more I could spread my wings and fly. You'd smile, no trace of your usual smirk, and grasp my fragile wrist, pulling me to the ground. Towards you, towards your lips. And through the protection of night you'd burn inside me, slender fingers cooling my fiery skin, hands tangled in my flaming hair, thin lips crushed to my neck.
Shivers through me, rippling within my stomach, reverberating in the chambers of my heart. A burning within you, through you, singeing your insides and rekindling the neglected fire of your soul. Alone, but together. Sharing this need for expression, a compulsion to balance two contrasting spirits. No winning, no losing, no competition.
Just you and me, fire and ice.
~Sarvi 15/1/00.
Lyric credit: Indigo Girls, Mystery.
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