Tuesday, 5 November 2019

Where it never is winter


I want to live in a place 
that knows no winter

I do not need winter 
for 
I carry it with me in my heart

Forever Always 

It is frozen 
and 
snowflakes drift
on liquid ice 
through 
my chilled aortas

When I cry 
I bleed icicles as
little frosty teardrops

(That explode on your warm breast)

No, no I do not need winter
I will my cold core
in that embrace (of yours)
that knows of no winter

But what if my chronic chill
would have a melt down
like a dehydrated glacier

Would it just 
vanish
or would it just
desiccate
that smile of yours

You, who knows not of winter....





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