Fire,

wisps of flames across your face.

They burn in my mind and yet

you shun your eyes, your

beautiful eyes.

They streak red and

blotchy down your face,

Are you crying?

Shoulders hunched, you wrinkle

the shirt I pressed for you. The ends

squeezed tight in your fists and

your collar is unbuttoned. Did you feel like

you were choking?

I feel like that too, sometimes.

I'm sorry,

if my words wrapped around your neck

and pulled tight to the

point where you couldn't

breathe. They do that

sometimes. What is that, upon your ear? Is it

the jade I gifted to

you many monthsago?

The jade that matches your eyes, your

beautiful eyes.

The jade that glares at me from your turned face.

Why are you scowling, darling?

The snow upon your cheek is melting into roses as i speak

and dripping onto my cold hands.

Your pursed lips stained

with sunset rouge. Did you

try to rub away the sin

I planted on your lips? That doesn't work, I

believe. Your hard nose is

turned away. Knife like, yet stunning.

Are you able to see through the

fire in front of your eyes?

Does it burn?

Is that why you

can't look at me?

Darling, please. Ash is filling my

lungs.

I'm choking. Please, darling. What did

I say?

What did I do?