Jaguar Bingham

Walking In The Snow







.

These pale flecks of frosted emotion sting

my skin (bare) when I walk

with you.

A seething so sudden, that

at first, it is unnoticeable: purely snow.

Then Cold turns to cinders - turns to

Ash; scoring, cutting, infecting

my Body with your Curse

.

I blame the snow, but I should blame

You.

The numbness in my fingers

stings from your cold spite -

.

Yet I continue, persisting on our voyage across this icy road:

My heart, once again replenished with flaming desires - childish yet

visible; today, after your bitter touch

Falls to the ground... Cracking,

Splintering with an essence of you

.

The warm face of the sun, distant and rare

Shines no more -

Not in winter, at least, whilst

.

Walking in the snow
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