Fire and Ice Thawing... From frozen fantasy by fever dreams Compelled from pause to passion The ache unabated, instantaneously disregarded for pursuit fairer than whiskey warmed wounds, numbing self loathing, or smoldering self destruction as penance for losing the one face equated with comfort in my childhood. Reawakened becomes the suitors yearning, Atrophied from the coma but muscle memory is provoked by way of a bright smile, a possible Bright Star to my romanticism. Too focused on her tomorrow to notice the flattery of my nervous demeanor, yet she engages the sweeter side of me with ease. Inviting the brooding bard boy, rereading his blue words, to wash away the sad of the sandbox and find fresh ink beyond the memories of the playground. Curse this ambivalent mind of mine! Routine is tepid yet soothingly familiar Ah, but she moves me to want! Not only can the stone bleed, there is tenderness within the core, Impenetrable proved merely a label of defense for the fortified wall surrounding the wound suffered once and sworn never again. But metal may merely be ice, justifiable ice, yet special embers burn to flames of fondness And ice is ice as fire is fire, results unchanged They will melt when matched.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:30:53 +0000