┋Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.┋
┋I crush the edges of your shape
against the jagged lines of mine.
And our eyes we use for coals
to stir the blaze of our desire.
And sear that would, but for a while
then scatter like a ruffled dove
if it wasn’t torched by love.┋