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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