I am the blood that heals-

a glare in the flash of your eye.

To others I am violent,

to my mother I am subtle.

I am a sweet summer drink

or a fire relief

in snow.

I am velvet,

a texture of two tones.

I am a lion’s meal

decapitated and destroyed.

I am burning

with blinding passions.

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