he dunked me in frigid water

and expected me to burn,

to boil our love

to bask in our flames

to toil under the sun we ignited.

he buried me in snow

as if it were the sand

and told me to rest

to calm down, and withstand.

but amid endearing words

he missed the twinkling in my eye.

he promised me the heavens

but gave me torn wings

and expected me to fly.