Ice

The proximity of the ice hangs with sparkled immobility,

~Don't you just want to save it?

The sharpness of the ice floats, available, like the acerbity silver of a blade,

~Don't you just want to run your fingers across the edge?

Like I do, Like you do, like we all seem to...

You break everything that softens in your path, begging you, contorting for you,

Lying down for you like fluffy snow on a relaxed harshness of a winter day,

~Don't you want to listen to the shimmering sputters of her lust for you?

The proximity of the ice hangs with sparkled infallibility,

~Don't you just want to melt your velvety finger pads against its form?

The heat of the ice floats, blazing, like the acrimony of your poise,

~Don't you just want to release your words as if you've never felt them before?

The spheric shape of the icy solitude cries at the core,

Waiting for the perfect moment, the only splitting second to split at the top,

...to fall into your caring, warmth of a hold.

Reviews

[Derek S.Keck]

amazing!!!

[Also known as Clare.]

That was cool :) , too bad this isn't facebook or i'd "like" it. haha

[Lily Mae]

"To release your words as if you've never felt them before". I love that line.. Again, you've penned your emotions with the piece well .. :) x

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

To break the ice, to let the warmth inside. This reminds of someone reaching out the coldness of a heart and giving it the heat, to thaw it out. Good words my friend.