Thawed
I ignite in a blur of
Dark charcoal, charred, chiseled into
Gentle locks that wrap around my cold fingers
Like metal curls when heated.
His fresh, baked gingerbread warms my
Crystalized, blue frosting, cool ice in my eyes
And the time frozen in place.
Roasting, red blushes burn passion
And steam frigid air ’til my breath is thawed so
Those who chilled it cannot see,
And the biting winter outside
Cannot faze the hot summer alit in me.
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