Sun on Ice

Like the sun on ice during a Midwest winter, I know you’re there, yet I can’t feel you.

Beaming bright your light refracts off the world with a slice-like sting upon my eyes,

Slammed lids keep you caught within me where you warm my frightened frigity as you do things to boil my blood from toe to head in waves of warmth coming again and again until You make me become overwhelmed…

I melt myself back to life, a grin on my lips, knowing I’ve got you trapped within.

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