Winter had nothing on the ice that was glazing your eyes.
It was as if someone turned off all your reactions—
in a flash,
Ripped the reset button away from my hands,
To deny me, despite my unremitting pleas.
I saw you weary—
lifeless.
A battery with no charge.
Winter had nothing on the chill
I got seeing you for the first time.
Show me the flower
growing out of the snow my dear—
For that is how you looked at me.
I only wish to pluck it
from the compacted drift,
Pull off each petal,
and watch winter melt,
with
the
falling
flesh.
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