she likes the color yellow

greek cliches

i was born with the
the fire in my belly.

i don't stand for
what i believe is wrong.

the fire burns people
who come too close.
they jump away
afraid to get burned,
but she isn't.

i envy that.
she turns to me
with squared shoulders.

she too has nerve.
yet, she was born
with rain in her.

only she can quiet
my spiteful spirit
quicker than
a fire crew
cleaning up
an arsonist's wet dream.

fire and water.
how cliche.
but, we wouldn't
be a fairytale.
no, we would be
battling gods
like zeus and hades,
complimenting the other
while simultaneously
pissing them off,
by challenging
by questioning.

i want that with you.
it feels so real,
the passion flows
between us
like the river stix.

i want your soul.
you can take
the heart
you seemed to revive
in return.