There is warmth
In your cold embrace.
Your sweet words are
Visible to my naked eyes,
As they wrap me up
Like a thick fog
Covering a beautiful secret.
How beautiful you look
Adorned with your crown of glacier…
Your icy, pale eyes,
Hiding a heart full of love –
A frosted window
Guarding a fiery soul.
Let your lips
Mark their territory
With frostbite hickeys.
Keep me whole.
Let me make a home
Within the loving,
Frigid clasp of your body,
Until it’s time
For grasses to grow,
And flowers to sprout
From what remains.
In your cold embrace.
Your sweet words are
Visible to my naked eyes,
As they wrap me up
Like a thick fog
Covering a beautiful secret.
How beautiful you look
Adorned with your crown of glacier…
Your icy, pale eyes,
Hiding a heart full of love –
A frosted window
Guarding a fiery soul.
Let your lips
Mark their territory
With frostbite hickeys.
Keep me whole.
Let me make a home
Within the loving,
Frigid clasp of your body,
Until it’s time
For grasses to grow,
And flowers to sprout
From what remains.
Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a prompt based on this poem and its themes.
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