The Thaw

A heart so cold 
it is warmed 
by the touch  
of frosty splinters 
A frozen wasteland 
of neglect  
buried in disdain’s 
snowy drifts 
it struggles 
to draw breath 

Somewhere 
in its sluggish beats 
memories 
of warmer climes 
keep it alive 
but only just enough 
to remember a time 
when it soared 
on the wings of love 
rode the warm currents 
of affection 
As passion’s fire 
ran in its veins 
it roared 
pumped 
leapt 
in the throes 
of fiery lust 

Now it waits 
devoid of affection 
in this unending 
barren landscape 
It longs to thaw 
with a tender touch 
melt in a blazing embrace 
bask in ardour’s warmth 
burn in desire’s flames 
explode in incandescent heat 
then dissolve 
like the ice 
around it 


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