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Icebound
by Beth B.
| I thought your eyes were frost,
Till I saw his. Ice-grey windows to no soul, They chill my breath to stillness. |
| Frozen black enfolds me,
Bringing silence. I drift in frigid exile, Till blue frost's fire calls me home. |
| Blue flame blazes hottest,
Stays warm longest. Bitter ice retreats, and I Bask in your incandescence. |
