there is a point
when ice, sufficiently chilled,
is of such intensity as to
burn like blackened fire

i stare at the artic ice
above your smile
awaiting summer’s thaw
gingerly lean too close

but burned by your icy stare
as you measure me
wondering, surely, if
i’ll breach your icy shore

so here i sit in bitter silence
until i touch my frozen flesh
feel, to my surprise the heat
i mistook for cold

though it burns where i touch
my hands move freely, and
my eyes won’t look away
snow-blind, i am, by you


  1. EagleAye says:

    Love this. I’ve felt powerful attraction like that before, yet one that felt like ice. This is so right on point.

    1. Thank you sir. I’ve been here personally myself. 🙂

  2. cecilia says:

    wonderful.. I know that icy stare.. morning darling!.. c

  3. This is quite intense, Bill, and an experience lacking in the lives of too many. You’ve expressed what many would give much to experience just once.

    1. Thank you, Christina.

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