Robert Frost said “fire and ice”
But he was wrong.
It wasn’t like that at all.
Oh, there was fire, and a brilliant flame it was.
Our exothermic chemistry filled the air.
And the electricity filled the air with ozone of new found love and lust and wonder and fear that made the outsiders wish they were in.
We answered questions in unison without stopping to think.
We went out to places together smelling of sex in our minds even though we had showered after.
They knew and they made accusations. “You’ve been sinning!” they laughed.
And they were right – we had been and we all knew it wasn’t a sin at all.
They knew, and were happy for and with us.
Then one day, the music Mistress called, and I answered
Even though we were supposed to go on vacation.
Robert Frost was wrong. It didn’t end in fire or ice.
Tears are the result of chemical transmogrification.
The oxidation-reduction of our lives ended in salt and water.