I see you like snowflakes on a woolen sleeve
Slowly soaking in
Just to freeze, melt
And fall again
On a winters night
When quiet echos into sheets of cold
Silence wraps my body like so many layers
Of a mother's love.
The same storm that soaks me
Takes me inside
Settles my bones like a rug by the fire
The fire that's worth nothing
If you've never been cold
Put on that favorite broken record
Fall, freeze, melt
Fall, freeze, melt
Comfort comes not from the chill
But in familiar reliability
And it's cycles.
Love happens not at first sight
But in the first fall
And is proven in the thousandth thaw
We can not freeze like snow
But we are liquid
And we soak in each other and decide
The warmth is worth the cold
About the Creator
Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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