Your gaze
my love
Is as cold as a
marble bench
in mid-December
in a deserted
park…
Your hands
my love
with their long
shapely fingers
and sharp lacquered
nails are as frigid
as icicles hanging
from the gutters
of a vacant
mansion…
Your smile
my love
is like a dim
sliver of light in
a dark storm cloud
ready to pave
my narrow
path with
snow…
And your
cool demeanor
is like a frost that
chills the cockles
of my heart
my love…
Tatul Sonentz
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