Winter's Blind CaressEyes closed. I tire of the world I seeBarefoot,The cold crystallizes to the bone.I don't move soI don't shatter.Ice splinters always sting the most.I was a fool to think thatI could lick the cold fromYour heart.Forgive me, darling, you whisperSoon,the icy chill will sink,back to my raw skinAnd I'll wear the smooth slippers ofcarved iceYou've changed your perfume.I long for.Aspin. Pine. Cedar. Smoke.Taste my sweet breath, you breatheSlowly, gravity works in reverse.The smooth frostbite of delicate ice will dripOh so delicately,Higher. Like a trickling vine,Against my summer frame.Until my knees are casted in it'sSilky glaze.How I thought yourNoose would neverTighten.You moan, Oh sweetheart. How the naïve fall. I take a step.The icy cast shatters violently across my skinBut makes no sound.I can only feel now.I feel nothing.So please, stop whispering in my ear.
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