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Elements
by shannono
shannono@iname.com


Vignette

Rated G

Summary: He is fire, and she is ice.

Comments: Do not ask me where this came from, for I do not know.
Here it is, anyway. I've seen some stories using the imagery of
the elements, but I'm not trying to plagiarize; this is my own
interpretation. This is a bit of a departure for me, so I'd like
feedback, even if you hate it or are totally confused by it.

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Elements
by shannono


He is fire, and I am ice. He burns from within, trusting me to cool
his fervor with reason. Yet he melts me with a look, cracking my
hardened shell, letting me slide over and around and through him.

He is air, and I am earth. He soars above, rising to the skies,
trusting me to ground him, to keep him from sailing too high. Yet
he scatters me with a touch, sends me flying to surround him,
cocooning him.

He is clay, and I am heat. He is soft, malleable, trusting me to mold
him with the brightness of clarity. Yet he cools me with a sigh,
absorbs my warmth, gives me balance and symmetry.

He is water, and I am rock. He rushes headlong, flowing ever onward,
trusting me to guide his wanderings. Yet he dissolves me with a word,
grinds me to dust, carries me along beside and within him.

He is sand, and I am wind. He is ever shifting, changing, moving,
trusting me to direct his paths. Yet he fills me with a move, spins
inside and around me, until I am overflowing with him.
 
He is fire.

I am ice.