Smoke trailing from the nostrils of this phoenix
man, still smoldering in his ashes.
Melt my frost heart,
with the wake of your fiery presence,
but too blinded by your own inferno
to notice the damage.
This tidal urge to gain your attention ebbs and flows,
as I seek something familiar yet so dissimilar in you.
I wonder if I'll ever understand
what you are
to me.
