You shake your head
as you eye my heart –
poking it with a finger.
I don’t cringe or fall apart –
stone cold like a glacier.
Wall of ice in all four chambers.
In my veins, my blood runs blue.
Sludge and frost circulate
in zero degrees centigrade.
You grab my hand and shiver,
yet you never let go.
The deep concern in your eyes
thaws me and stops the snow.
Cheering quietly, you watch my ice
inevitably melt and liquefy.
I’ve put away my hat and gloves —
I’m warm now; thanks to you, my love.
(Photo by Ann-Kethrin Rehse from freeimages.com)
Ancien Hippie 