There's a hollow where love used to be:
for compassion, hatred, emotion.
But only from others' perspectives.
To them,
your eyes are icy crystals
they never fully thaw.
To me,
they are soft snowflakes
melting in the heat of my breath.
They follow
as my finger traces a line
from your temple (your weaknesses)
to your chest (your strengths)
Don't look now,
but I've got your heart in my hand.
Lovely! I really like the second last stanza--the temple to chest connection is simple and elegant. You have a gift for directness, and for clarity. Keep posting--I'll keep reading! And I'll swap you: yours reminds me a little of something I wrote a year or so ago. Check my blog for a new post called "Manifestations."
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written. 2nd stanza was my favourite because of the line "your eyes are icy crystals, they never fully thaw". Great job!
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