IceGirl
There are no lovers of this ice
all are wary of the cold
none shall melt me: never find
if spirit still lives - none so bold
left with chasm ripped to core
which no love would deem proper
ice filled a void where no man dares
to hold, to care, to suffer...
There is no riddle buried here
my yen has met its death
I would not taunt, nor do I wait
for the stirring of passion's breath...
Were one to cross the abyss here
and journey to this heart of stone
there may be found imprison'd fire
trapped within its frozen home
Gentle hands might encircle so
to guard me from this storm -
guiding sweetly, that Angel finds
my desire unfurling, sweetly warm...
kec / 07-96