Metal 
he used to be totally dull-colored
because he came from the earth’s inside
now he has become a super-conductor
for cold words, hot pictures and light itself
              all being transmitted through his throat

Water 
with her transparent tenderness
coded with colorless violence
she is always ready to support
or sink the powerful boat
              sailing south

Wood 
rings in rings have been opened or broken
like echoes that roll from home to home
each containing fragments of green
trying to tell their tales
              from the forest’s depths

Fire 
your soft power bursting from your ribcage
as enthusiastic as a phoenix is supposed to be
when you fly your lipless kisses
you reach out your hearts
              until they are all broken

Earth 
i think not; therefore, I am not
what I am, but I have a color
the skin my heart wears inside out
tattooed intricately
              with footprints of history