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You bring your frosty cold touch
Everywhere you go
All it takes is one wave of your hand
And the plants cease to grow

Plants look at you like icy cold death
Of this don't be mistaken
There's only one way to survive your touch
Inside they must be taken

He forms a white frosting
On the pumpkins by morning
His presence a prelude to winter
Of this you should take warning

He welcomes winter with great fanfare
On this you can be certain
Walking barefoot in the snow
His feet never hurtin'

Sometimes he'll make an appearance in spring
When flowers are starting to grow
Then with one icy look
He'll end the colorful show

Only one thing can stop him
End his frosty ways
His mortal enemy the sun
With it's warming rays
You are my foundation
You are my rock
A shoulder to lean on
To whom I can talk

When we are together
I am at peace
I'm your bearing
You are my grease

Twenty five years of bliss
Is what we had
Proud you're my wife
Our daughter her dad

I hope twenty five more years
Is what's in store
When those are done
I'll need twenty five more
Can immortality be found in a cup?
I long to  partake with you.
In your immortality--

You leave as I leave your cup.
             Leave me inside the cup
             Mouth your prayers
             Cover the lid, a boulder, cavernous sun.

Distance measures itself,
As the circle is to your cup,
While I stare, beseeching

At the wind turning you  into dust
Her ritual is done. It is done.
His body-- the body of her son.
The wind lifts her hands to offer you.

                       The sun bares his teeth.

Sipping in your cup, then came an epiphany--
I am who am.
I: the carnivorous sun.
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