Ice and Fire

Can you even imagine what it would be like if we met now?

What my glass of milky midnight could do to the ice in your igloo?

We’d be like a force field, us against the baddies, Kylo and Ren,

but then, I probably wouldn’t understand that reference. 

God, we would fucking ravage each other, 

lions, either in combat or copulation.

I can imagine eating you alive this time, instead of the other way around.

I don’t think I’d spit you out though, 

I think I’d let you fall apart on your own, safely pillowed on my liver,

and when you were ready I could finally be what you needed.

Thing is, I don’t know what you need now.

I’m older now than you were when we first met

and I think on this footing we’d send the world rotating on a new axis.

But it’s been so long, I don’t even know where your feet live anymore,

and maybe we always knew ice and fire couldn’t co-exist for too long,

like whisky, with just one cube.