Thaw

corpse - straddling - shrubbery - fertile - blazing - range - simmers - thrust - fresh - shoulders - iron - with

 

you're no

corpse.

 i see you 

there, straddling

life and wanting

the waking.

peering through the

shrubbery and

leering at

the fertile promise 

of living,

your eyes 

blazing with the 

promise.

there's no limit

to the range or

the keening need

to go on breathing

that simmers 

under your

frostbitten 

skin. 

not in my 

power

to thrust you

into it.

i am fresh

out

of trust,

there's no 

room on my

shoulders.

between your

heart of iron

and mine of

stone,

who could 

carry us?

we'll have to

make do

with we.