Cold Ice

Ice flower so cold I cannot touch but need forces my exposed finger tips and i brush them against your crystal petals and bitten skin comes off willingly to cling to your cold disregard; Ice flower frozen as you are even this hot desert wind seeking to slice your bitter air and melt away droplets of beauty from your seductive petals but oh seduction and its lure: my hot breath comes fervent and warm but I do not draw back into my lungs cool favor No, your crystal buds do not yield fresh melt water to sate this parched throat No, my breath comes back short, sharp and shivering As if the unforgiving hand of winter had battered my very heart away and the cold wind gusts back into my lungs and shrouds my heart slows the pumping of heated blood and leaves only a brittle casing of cold ice.