Cold Comfort

Time was 
when my heat 
scorched your skin
Now my touch 
leaves you colder 
than a winter's day

Your fingertips once 
left a trail of heat
I burned willingly
Now I turn to ice
when you draw near

What sends a chill 
through me
is not the lack 
of warmth
I shiver
at the thought
that I prefer it cold

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