Hot & Cold

My eyes begin to droop.
I'm confirmed to this
Leather seat of death;
The other side does not
Know such horrors.
The fire cradles my feet,
Caressed my body,
Kisses my face.
Another day, the flames
Would be a relief,
But for now,
It singes and scorches
My heat-sensitive skin.
The blaze fills my lungs,
And just when I think
I'll go up in smoke,
An icy drop of heaven
Brushes my face.
I sigh in delight
As it washes over me,
As I bathe in the cool
Cold water that
Fights back the inferno.