He creeps in,
Makes no sound.
I feel him,
As he exhales his crystallising cold breath,
Cold to the touch yet warm.
He holds me,
Helps me,
Saves me.
His blue icy lips gentle kiss,
My neck is frozen,
My spine it shivers.
A tear flowing down my cheek,
Slows as it solidifies,
To cold, icy dust.
I'm stagnant,
Immobile,
Scared.
He slowly moves,
Icicles are forming on my chin,
As tears flow.
My eyes are shut but I feel his blistering, cold breath,
As it embraces my face,
I can breathe.
His lips move closer,
I can feel it.
They meet mine in perfect alignment,
And then it was blue,
As they joined mine we formed a lilac sea,
Cold to the touch,
Inviting me in.
My eyes opened,
He was gone,
Again,
I was alone.
Sometimes imagination is real, sometimes life is subconscious, and sometimes I love it.