One day I'll meet a girl

and it'll be cold

like rain, at first.

She'll be simple, smooth, but cold

like glass, that's been waiting awhile

for the rush of blood on my face.

Then we'll get used to each other,

like we get used to the drizzle on window panes

during the nights of rain, as we fall asleep.

One day I'll meet a girl

like still water with a forbidding depth,

a lake maybe, near where dragons once laid eggs.

I'll let her catch me drinking

her flow of hair,

and let her demand what do I want,

and I'll tell her:

'Water is fire.'

One day I'll meet a girl

who will know my insanity and cherish it,

cradle it in her bosom,

blink it away with green eyes.

One day I'll meet her,

who will know such days never come.