Sec chat rooms. This snow is my blessingUpon the iron-cold mantle of my death,The pure white of your intentionsAre my joy and my hope.
Corpses of sodden summers long goneAre crushed beneath the weight of your touch,Flattened with the peaceThat lays their bodies to rest,To break down under your caressAnd soak back into the earthFor their rebirth. Under the crusted iceLies the heart that sleeps.
The aching promise of your maybe-warmthNudges it awake from the other side of the worldThrough the deepest black oceans andUp through the molten core,To push from underneathAnd reignite the emberThat lies forgotten in the grey. Your kisses fall,Softly,Kindly,Gently,Persistent,Banking hereAnd drifting there,And layering this ugly virgin ice with softness,Beauty and sparkles of smiles.
And the weight of your caressesBid my heart to start beating,Even as the ice bids my heart to cease its new thrumming. Sec chat rooms.