Alchemy

The virtue of you always cancels out the vice in me

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I bring you the reek
of damp spirits and heart sores,
You whisk in your warm earthiness
and churn it into petrichor.

I propel rings of icy laughter
to your jests puerile,
You melt them into mirth
with your sunny smile.

I siphon off from the air
blue hues flaming like a match to my out-breaths,
You quiet my smoldering skin in minty explosions
my knees quivering resistless.

I simmer in clangs of silence
veiling a tragedy untold,
You steal away into the dark corridors of my heart,
turning my grief into gold.