She had dreams on his chest endless, twisted dreams about her past, dreams about war in his chest about little toy soldiers who went before him, shooting chocolate bullets and thrusting sugarcane swords. She had dreams about him controlling those elements and winning the war. silencing the turmoil in his chest. …to be continued… Continue reading Fire and Ice… Part III
They were a perfect match. Like matchsticks lit simultaneously, they burnt in sync. rhythmic. like waves. They complemented each other. they wore each other out. They burned with passion and desire. They froze time and the seasons because the elements were juggle balls and they orbited them. They withstood the times. He was her prince and she was his sleeping beauty. …to be continued… … Continue reading Fire and Ice…Part II
Fire and Ice met in his chest and it was a mighty clash Yet, she was sleeping beauty on his chest. His heartbeat sang sweet soft lullabies that never seemed to end and yet, there was a war in his chest. A ribcage filled with harsh tongues of fierce flames, licking at rock hard blocks of ice. A flood rolled in; a lukewarm tidal wave it … Continue reading Fire and Ice
