From across the room,
Your eyes icily smolder,
Like sunlight catching
Ancient water
Imprisoned in a glacier,
Alice blue and white,
Cold and bright,
Intoxicatingly inviting,
Yet fraught with danger,
Deceptively beautiful.
Frozen and hot at the same time,
The dry ice of your soul
Boils impossibly cold.
To touch would most certainly require
Leaving some skin.
You would violently claim
Part of me as your own,
A tax for you feeling my warmth,
Ripping away a piece of me,
Though it would no longer be of use to you
If I was not attached,
Even if only to discard it
Once I am gone.
I could not get that close
Without leaving something of
Myself behind.
