Flames of cold

Ice that burns to finger touch, once tender skin now held in its clutch

Passion's sweat turned solid glue stuck to a cold shell of one that withdrew

A touch turned cold that burns like fire,  bonded by frosty steel's desire

To hold, grasp, endure, retain frigid memories held in pain

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

It’s a beautifully frozen ache — precise, restrained, but deeply felt.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the review and kind words of support they are most appreciated

[poetic swan]

this chills and burns at the same time — beautifully brutal lines. The contrast between warmth and withdrawal is stunning

[Soren]

Thank you so much I deeply appreciate the read and most kind words of encouragement

[jacob erin-cilberto]

The second line made me shiver...the blue flames of love.
I have so many of these memories I need to be put in a microwave on "defrost."

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob yes and the worst is that those cold steel bars stick to the skin