He whispered in her dreams.
As she stirred, hearing his words,
she reached out for him.
Fingers brushed against the snow,
collected on his arms.
You’re cold, she shivered –
moving close to give him warmth.
The heat from her embrace
thawed his resistance.
Water drenched his face.
Oh, no, you’re melting!
She touched his soaked cheeks –
shocked and disbelieving.
It’s my fault, he sighed.
I shouldn’t have stayed so long,
but as you dreamed, you smiled.
No chance of walking away
when my heart’s no longer
a frozen block of ice.
He kissed her as he liquefied
into a puddle on her rug.
Ah, I’ll miss your icicle,
Jack Frost, my love.
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Ancien Hippie 