10 35 pm pst   [ copper ]

One word: copper. I could use that. I could wrap it in the folds of my words. Copper will be as a melody formed thickly on my lips.

I could be that. A strange amalgam of tones and shades. A natural heat sink. Endothermic. Always cool to the touch.

My skin could have that texture. Sleek.

If I was copper, I would be slick and refined. My hair would be sculpted into an unmoving sculpture on my head.

My clothing would be subtle and memorable all at one. I would move in a watery glide. My eyes would flashly brightly whenever I turned my attention.

I would be fresh and bright -- always polished...

Streaks. Copper has streaks and striations. My moods are streaked and striated like metal.

I am strong. I can be heated and cooled -- strong but maleable.