Steamed Ice

Thu, 11/12/2015 - 20:25 -- heberle

The blue of the sky matches your eyes

I glide around you,

With pep and coyish glides

The heat of your touch clouds my gaze

And I yearn for that fog to stay

I glide around you

Red with craze

And stung out of the gray

On the ice we meet in a slide

And into your lips meet mine


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