Cold Bones and Hummingbird Wings

I have cold bones,
my heart is ice.
It pushes sluggish
snow-blood through my veins,
sharing the chill.
My skin is frost.
My body is winter.

Fire swims through your blood,
your bones are molten gold.
Heart beats fast,
hummingbird wings.
Your skin is soft, warm sand.
Your body is summer.

Sometimes our love doesn’t
make sense-
how could an extrovert love
an introvert so tenderly?-
but it thrives.
We give
and we give
all we have,
but we receive so much more.

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