Frosty Love

Frosty love Her kiss like putting your lips on an iron railing a frost-bitten morning. Her eyes were icy stars in the coldest of nights in the tranquillity of the meaningless. A beauty flawless. Her body unbending as an ice maiden in winter forest her lips had spots of cardinal crystal. Futile, my attempt or resurrection. I struck a match in the vast silent night and was free. In the glade, among roses of gold, my new love waited, Hand in hand we walked to where the day begins