Imagine the ice water, not too thick,
but hard enough to cut if punctured,
of danger to empty pathways, and
isolated of glass, time stood still
protected by egg-shell, and snow,
only the waves captured silent,
only the moon sees the embrace,
their love is egg-shell and snow.
Imagine ice
there is no warmth or heat
no misery or sadness
no night or day
moonlight or sunlight
death is lovers destiny
joy or innocence
draped all of mannequin
in a second
love has no beginning.












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