Cold Warmth

by

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.

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