It was burning,

I could feel it.

The flames slowly melted my skin

As the ice  felt like nothing, captive to the fire within.

So cold it burns.

Fingertips frozen.

Blood at hot as fire 

Delicate and stolen.

Fire Ice

Burning eyes.

Ice Fire

A cold desire.

I'm captive to the cold blooded flame.

Thank you so  much for reading my poem! It means a lot. If you have any suggestions for a poem topic, or maybe an opinion on which types of my poems you like best let me know! Til next time! -Jess