Words Frozen In Ice
Our conversations;
I sit consumed by your fire,
words frozen in ice;
Waiting just to slip
as cracks destroy solid ground;
Fall, but you still breathe;
Chilled lake in motion
a circle that does not stop;
Resistance draining;
Cold, hypothermic;
Reality is thawing,
innuendo drips;
Lingering soulful kisses
dance all over goose fleshed skin.
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