It was a fire that froze me,
flames grazed a heart barely beating,
freezing me firm
from a core of embers, heat of great therm,
the standstill of a solid soul,
a final surge of a song shook
from a burning center
riddled with freezing scars; make my words slur
with drunken lips and a harsh breath.
Frozen by passion so intense
I sit by the ice,
Hoping the chill will be my body's vise.
So cold, so cold, the fire swept me
From the arms that held me so dear,
Maybe this iced glow
Melds a chilled, burnt heart, only God will know.
A fire. A fire, I say!
It iced my very bones solid,
His heat left me cold--
He was my sun, the only thing to hold.
I'm trying to write kind of paradox poetry. Please please please offer advise and/or tips; I love to learn more.
This is also the first draft, so expect changes :)