Short Frigidness Poems

i'd rather curl myself
in the depths of your arms
listening to the deep sighs
in the rise and fall of your chest
than venture back outside
in the frigidness
of january's wind
both which take
my breath away...

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In times when I was met with frigidness,
and cruelty scraped my fragile skin,
I may have whimpered like a pup
or merely shaken it off.
Those memories remain
somewhere in my brain
but not in a 
place of joy
or of
grace.
I 
prefer
to lock up
old injuries,
and some I may have
concealed so very well 
they linger as in a fog.
Unlike the bliss of a first kiss,
my deepest cuts and wounds have become
memories lost within a frozen mist.
...

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