Cold as ice. So shivery.
Like a feverish, frozen storm.
Wintry. It’s a blazing flame.
Feel a molten heartache form.
In a cryogenic, frosted phase
only liquid oxygen remains.
Burning up, subzero temps
flushed by white-hot icy pain.
A penetrating, piercing freeze
inflames the steamy touch.
Smoldering heat, yet frosty
still with an icicle as a crutch.
by Felicia Lujan
8.8.2014
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August 9, 2014 at 7:38 am
Beautiful!
August 9, 2014 at 8:37 am
Thank you. I have beautiful inspiration for that piece indeed. Icy.. .
August 10, 2014 at 8:07 am
Excellent Post Felicia!