An Icy Burn

To give is to take
Through glass eyes I watch
As fire is set to my soul from afar
Naught but gentle crackles sound
My inner banshee silenced
Your fire is cold, in the manner of space
Dismal abyss that entrances me
Your spark is porcelain
Flesh that moves, stone that feels
Ice that warms and burns
And still I watch, reflecting as glass does
Translucent and visible
And illusion in itself
Watch me as I burn for you
See your ice draw upon me
Feel me as I bend beneath your offered hand
Know well what guards you
Know that I entrance you
Smooth a hand over my surface
Touch what has been marked
Marvel at how I do not break
Take light to me, my icy burn
Delight in refraction through multifaceted hues
Your precious glass, my porcelain friend
The object of cold fire
I am diamond, my friend
And as I shatter, shatter you
I do not burn
Nor can I freeze
I merely take translucently
And reflect upon you.