Equinox

This one was...interesting. I hope you like it. More funny business to do with identity, but it kinda ended up getting split into two people.

I'd love the usual comments on:
imagery - how well it flows, how strange it is, etc
sentence structure - I fear the presence of run-on sentences
phrasing - I've really gotten stuck in this "I am/we are" rut and it's starting to annoy me :( Thoughts?

"Equinox Lovers"

We come into being twice a year—
a balance of shadow and fire,
a half-lit moon face
pale blue and reflecting a still sun.

Sunflower faces follow me
westward, an ember
dying in a flame of thunderclouds.
Resonant and careful I am,
my molecules built on changing shapes.

You say to me,
"You're too young to be so shy,"
so I stand up and take your hand.

I am a glacier quivering atop cliffs
overlooking the North Atlantic,
but you exhale and
set me to smoking—

blowing candle flames free
like dandelion seeds.
We've learned to keep our breath
cool and slow,
draw it out steady to catch the wish
with a last puff.

We are a pair of Arctic winds
howling down Norwegian coasts,
flopping like fish into open hands.

I am a freshwater salmon—
cook me gentle, peel back my scales
and pull away my pink flesh
with a fork.

I've sought loves like evergreens,
whole forests of pine sap
at the midpoint of summer and winter,
at the crash of seasons
like waves on cliffs.

You are my old woman
speaking
to a silent theater
of all the Adams and Eves
and all their countless generations,
palm against creased palm,

a paragon of quiet
and falling evening—
the measured equilibrium
from my wrist to my thigh.

"Hush, now,"
you say to me,
"you're much too young to be so shy,"
so I take your outstretched hand
and close my eyes.

With a whisper I send
the night's first eleven stars
into the sky.