The creak of a glacier, floating out to sea.
Cold metal on my palms, ice shards on my tongue
The shell of my breath cups my cheek.
Slowly, I climb
Inch by inch
Inch by solid, frozen inch
Until I heave myself over the edge
The top
The surface of the creaking, hulking mass that is your cold, frozen heart.
You told me once it was pointless
Don't get my wrong- I am cognizant of my own stupidity
But what can a person do?
A touch, a sigh, a warm body in the night-
My soul craves neverending
A cool stream for my parched throat
A soft bed for my aching feet
I long for you, desire your body and mind and soul and
The creaking, hulking, frozen mass of your heart.
You warned me, but now that I've scaled you,
I've reached your surface,
I can see the expanse of sea before me
The neverending, blemish-less blue.
Not a scrap of land, a bit of anything to cling to,
To stay and build a home.
I will float, now, on this endless, ocean
Traveling inch by inch toward sanctuary that will never appear.
You promised me nothing,
And I suppose you've delivered.
The problem is,
How do I crawl back down this mass
Pick my way down cliff-drop edges
Without plummeting and vanishing beneath the waves,
All alone in your endless, bitter ocean?
