ice that drips to drown you
your stare is a cold stare
a hypnotic insanity which I crave,
down the stone steps to my hearts cellar
it falls, my faltering verve a certain fodder,
your butter knife spreads the morse
dots the eyes and spills the teas,
you, the frosty ice queen, encase me
your drips of ice are drowning me,
underestimated, this wall of tears
you weep downhill and cry my way,
I hold my breath a sincere inhale
my stinging eyes holding nerves at bay,
I can offer you a tissue
or maybe the use of my shoulder,
to try to dampen down this issue
to turn its heat a shade colder,
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