c o l d

innocent droplets without conscience play on shivering skin
skin speaks to muscle
muscle to bone
and wiggling body dreams of warmth
the suffering for you is better of course
but the body aches for relief
waiting
out watching the violent aura
take its quivers to beckon mercy
torrent breezes from anywhere slice me open like a pear
oozing moans of desperation
not knowing what one could really want in a situation such as this
so cold

-poetrician