Open Poetry #17 |
Frigid Love |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
A visitor touched my shoulder chill Her voice went right through me cold The eyes were of daggers of icicles My breath froze within itself Her presence here was an omen in frigidness Stone cold was her meaning to stare Words frosted in meanings crystallized before me As I fought for numbness My eyes watered snow Yet as she turned to go Her presence had somehow reassured me Within the cold blooded artic winds And in a wisp she floated away In a whirling death trap Taking all the life within her reach away But what was it she saw that took her away All I did was think about my family And the love that was so warm there And all the heat in the passion of the one I love And how I would miss the fireplace of love That is so special When two can share it In a blanket of cuddles That heats up as we breathe Where no freezing can take place For we are on a mission In the friction of affection Yes, maybe I know She was jealous D.Lester Young (12/23/01) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle) |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
D., You have painted a very accurate picture of jealousy indeed. Well done. Jealousy is not love. |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, very COLD, and well done. Sandra |
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