A Cup of Ice
So, you think I'm cold and distant.
You're right, I am.
But sometimes life sprinkles ice
over the fabric of the heart.
It may take a couple of lifetimes to thaw.
If it does happen to soften,
there's always that rogue storm cloud.
Hovering just above the healing hearth.
Waiting to smack the spirit with darkness.
What's your role in all this?
To lend a quilt-offer an ember.
Flaunt your winter tasseled breast
add shallow shine to this slushy mess.
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