Title: Elements
by J | in writing, poetry
Chocolate crumbs trickle through my fingers.
Unlike their golden cousins who line the shores,
This stays in my palm,
Quite contented.
It's cool, unmoving
Until I twitch my hand
And watch as its soft fragments
Tumble away,
Returning to the earth.
An unseen hand runs fingers through my hair
It's soft and gentle,
But has detrimental powers.
For now, though, it seems
Quite content
To just swirl around me
And make dead leaves dance like the living;
They tumble past in the breeze.
Try and touch it, and it will punish.
It's always on the defensive,
Trying to protect its flickering beauty
Quite contented
To be watched from a distance.
Doesn't need attention
And doesn't seek flirtation.
It's icy in its frostiness
But it licks the air with
A calm, golden ferocity,
A gentle inferno.
It cools and it calms
Cleanses and carries
Away qualms.
It lolls and laps,
Gently caressing everything
It touches, bathing it, a
Subtle drowning.
It's quiet but it can roar,
Quite contented
To swill and sway,
An uncontrollable wash of graceful fluid.
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