Through the blinding blankness
The cold desert of ice and snow
I see in the storm, a glimpse of you.
I see your eyes, encrusted with frost
Twinkling like diamonds at the tip.
I revel in the sight of your peeling lips-
If your smile is the last thing I see
A glimpse of your face is all I need.
In the panic of hopelessness, is us.
Our hands join, and warmth flows.
However temporary, we have ourselves,
And can sustain for whatever length.
You are the flame in my breast
I am the heat in your breath you exhale
In an icy cloud, in a plume of smoke
From the fire in your belly, dimming.
In this weather, we'll never make it.
But we may curl up in the snow.
The heavy fog of sleep, blissful, peaceful
Prods at the horizon of consciousness.
The hands of our hands slip past.
"They say that those who die of exposure
At the end, cuddle in their snow shrouds"
And so we draw our bosoms together-
I bring your fingers to my nostrils
Caressing every frostbitten cuticle.
I whisper to you empty promises,
Like the barren landscape surrounding us,
But my hoarse voice makes you smile.
I can't bear to watch your soul fade.
I wrap you in my arms back to the wind
There is not a sound nor a sight
But each other, which is all we need.
At the edges of my sight, I see visions
Hallucinations of surreal dreams
But in the center, I have you.
Through the ice, in the arctic hostility
You have my heart, and I have your soul.
After all hope has left, love remains.
I keep you near, and hold you there
And mingle our warmth, until there is none.
The icy invasion of the pit of my stomach
Without your aggressive heartbeat
My tears crystallize on your body.
The cold has become you now
And I accept it in as a part of you part of me.
I surrender to the wind, to the frost, to the fog, to the snow, to the ice.
I tell you my promise- I love you.
Sad poem :-(