Showing your true colors
You drop every shade of green,
Which is of course not easy--
Requiring, as it does,
That you shed your skin
That you be soft and vulnerable
Until you hardened again--

Unless, of course, you are lost
Exposing the flaming reds
The blazing oranges
The merry yellows
That say here I am
Good-bye
I have no regrets
And when I fall
I will not think of you.

Beneath your cool
Is passion that

For what it's worth
For however long it lasts

Will burn bright and strong

And then stop.

It is a dangerous fire.