My head kept spinning
Long after you kissed me
And I don't think it had anything to do
With the poison in my
Blood

On our first date
At the movie theater
You told me your hands were cold
So I would hold them
And keep them warm

Now my hands are cold
And your presence lingers
In a scent
On my sweatshirt

Someone once asked me
To describe how it felt
To be in love

And I found myself describing
How it felt to be
With you

I am a writer and a romantic
Late at night my thoughts
Start to sound poetic

The curve of your spine
Molds to mine
And becomes my cocoon

The sound of your voice
Gritty and **** in the dark
Becomes my melody
Calming my eager heart

The ridges in your fingerprints
Become tattooed on my bones
And my muscles respond
At their recognition

Your breath warm on my neck
Sending little icicles
Through my nervous system
That warm my fingers and toes

Lay with me in the dark
Speak to me in words
And I will read you
In poetry

I have been raised in a church
To believe that love between
Two people
A man and a woman
Is sacred
They taught me
Only people who love each other
Can have ***
I have grown up
Believing in futures and eternal love
And the idea that the man
Who holds me in his arms
And takes my innocence
Will be the one
Who holds my child
With the same tenderness

I do not believe
In promises of forever
The man who steals
What I've protected
For so long
Will never meet my children
It's time to wake up
And step outside these sacred walls
I cannot hide
Under the blanket of ignorance
Anymore

The steam on the windows
Conceals us from the world
As we sit beside each other
Laughing in our underwear
Discovering secrets
In whispers and caresses
Stolen kisses
And trailing fingers
Lingering glances
And quiet giggles
Exploring each other
Uncharted surfaces
Become familiar
As we learn the parts of us
That fit together
Like puzzle pieces

The harshness of this winter
Has taken a hold on me
The cold has seeped it's way
Into my blood
And wrapped it's
Delicate fingers around
My bleeding heart
The frost traces
Intricate patterns
Across my worn skin
And freezes in tiny crystals
In my hair and eyelashes
My eyes know no warmth
They pierce with the chill
Of arctic winds
Ensnaring unsuspecting passerby
In a caressing grip
The flame has gone out of me
Replaced by sheer ice
My frostbitten heart
Pumps only icicles
Slicing through my body
Building up walls
Made of crystal