Ice Cold

 

Heaven freezes above our heads,

Now I’m melting into ice.

It was sublime.

Turning into Time,

Warping the constant,

Melting, melting cold

as Ice on one of those

crystal cloudy fogged-up

nights in the town square.

She looked at me.

80 degrees, 2:00, with similar precision

fluctuates the temperature.

Ice cold lazer

How can it be?

She is melting me.

Now I have become

a puddle.

 

2003