I lick the ice from my skin;
for it has remained there
since the moment you left,
and I know I must defrost my
indifference and ambivalence
before you return to my arms.
-
a cold, hard shell
encapsulates my heart
(which once throbbed with
love unquenchable)
and icily creeps steadily
up the walls
& down the corridors
only to stop
& melt
at the site of
my own
selfish, steaming,
lamenting, seeping,
cave of a dwelling.
-
*Yet still I wait
at the door,
to see who
will arrive with the pick.*
Jun 27, 2012
Jun 27, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
I lick the ice from my skin;
for it has remained there
since the moment you left,
and I know I must defrost my
indifference and ambivalence
before you return to my arms.
-
a cold, hard shell
encapsulates my heart
(which once throbbed with
love unquenchable)
and icily creeps steadily
up the walls
& down the corridors
only to stop
& melt
at the site of
my own
selfish, steaming,
lamenting, seeping,
cave of a dwelling.
-
*Yet still I wait
at the door,
to see who
will arrive with the pick.*
