She was snow light; she shone by his side. He was coal black. He was wolf pack. Her soul was sharp; she slashed at his senses. He was icy hearth. He was fake laugh. Her shade seeped; she strode within his storm. He was ages passed. He was bull glass. She shares her shape still; sensual saviour. He is fully grown. He is saved bones.
This poem I entered into the the Welsh Poetry Competition which attracts poems from global contributors. I was astounded to be awarded a commendation and more so given that the poems that tend to win are usually poetic prose or just simply short prose.