Diamonds and Fire

The warmth in me comes across in the strong passions that erupt unannounced. Today marks a calm storm tomorrow the red-hued embers lacerate the sky in their rolling explosions. My writing is not a weapon But a creative dagger hung close to my pulsing hands. The flesh is cold Refrigerated in the peak of my fervent summer. Love is a souvenir in my long earthly membership and my spirited spouse willing at any time to enrich my poverty of sub zero iced landscapes with melting warmth and diamonds of unpolished wisdom.