You are
A Burning Cigarette.
Quiet, still, sexy.

You are silent,
but outspoken.
You are the warmth of a thousand fireflies,
You are a T.S. Elliot masterpeice.
An unfinished book, an oxymoron
You are an owl,
or an Autumn night, silent of sound
but screaming of scents
With a loud breeze
stroking the ground and
kissing the tops of trees.

And I?
I am.
I am a bad metaphor.
I am a one night stand.
I am whiskey ona barflie's breath.
I am,
Deaf, blind, dumb,
An unwelcome grey sky.
Sour honey.
I am a white flag,
and a whisper.