Past Winter Soul
Your heart is within my heart.
Bound in my veins, your blood pumps
Into my life—keeping me warm on bleak nights.
A blush pins on hands from thoughts of touching you—
I am still, in a block of ice,
Waiting for you to push me through—
Melting happens from first knowing you.
(we melt from the inside out)
I’m colder outside in the blizzard
than within icebergs,
Where Fahrenheit drops its face
As tears come free—
Only to blur true images.
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