Cold

My fingers numbed at the touch of your hand

Frost of your stare freezes me where I stand

With time's melting warmth I wilt, eyes to the floor

Yet I stand exposed, patiently waiting for more

Apprehension the wind, blows a cold breeze

Still not thawed with ice securing my knees

A frigid silence, electric static of snow in the air

Brow of dark clouds, winter in your glare

As a warm touch sticks to cold steel

To extract myself my skin I must peel

My very shell you silently steal

Sting of loss I feel

In fear of awakening lightning's fire

My emotions I pack, turn my back and retire

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

If this chick can freeze you with her glare, you might be better off without her.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Just before the leaving, we feel the icy stare, the cold fingers retracting...a voice with
no dimension to it...a flat chord.
j.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read Jacob it is most appreciated and valued

[Mauricio Montoya]

This write is deep, I had to read it many times to understand each line flows with imagery that allows one to feel how love can be cold if its one side of the other warmly out of touch, you decided with fiery ending.
Excellent write
Thank you for sharing

[Soren]

Thank you Mauricio for the review and kind words of support and encouragement they are most appreciated

[Mauricio Montoya]

Just keep writing, that's the thanks

[Chris Shaw]

That final stanza tells the whole story. The description here is decidedly frosty. In fact it is ice cold. No sign of a thaw. No sign of the heart giving out any heat. Nicely conveyed Soren. Happy Sunday to you. Have a lovely day.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Chris for the review and words of support. Your analysis is most appreciated

[Chris Shaw]

You are most welcome Soren.