Reflections

With the whip of the mouth and the lash of the tongue, Punishing each other, for the deeds undone: Fire and water, water and fire, They are sinners; Sinners of love. Submerging the flames into their depth, Pacifying their turbulence, Cooling their anger at the world: a rush of waves. Expanding the waves into steam, Filling them with energy, Caressing their wounds inflicted by the seashore: a surge of flames. Now, towering over each other in circles and spirals, Each one trying to outdo the other: Fire and water, water and fire, They are competitors; Competing for love. Slowly creeping onto the flames, Steadily sucking on their flesh, Asserting their autonomy with a sudden gush, The waves bite at the flames! The flames, pacified earlier, Make a comeback, towering higher than the waves, Their touch blazing with passion driven by tireless desire, And so the waves rest! Asserting their identity; submitting to desire. Submitting to the other’s identity; asserting their passion. Fire and