Heat
My melting point,
is your voice and words
Calling my name
my molecules twist and turn.
My boiling point,
is your searing touch;
my vapors disintegrating,
in your thermal clutch
I begin to slide down my cooling curve,
when your heat is transferred elsewhere
I begin to reach my ice point,
your absence bringing in the cold air
The solid I've become,
cold to the touch,
longing for heat,
longing for love.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
