I glimpsed behind your mask at a masquerade ball
And saw rain, a storm, an icy cold glacier
A floating iceberg, detached, moving back and forth, a mysterious time crystal
Tick tock
An isolated system, we spun both ways at once
We waltzed
Drawing from my eyes all energy, unable to resist the pierce, to gaze away
Far away
To save my breath, to recapture oxygen, to breathe
A storm in your eyes entombed me with a glaze of ice so heavy, I died from hypothermia, so cold
it burned
An ice burn scar
forever deep, forever ours, forever love
Tick tock
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Under crescent moon, I cast my line from a boat on the sea. Clouds moved in like a shadow, and upon me came a spiral wind, and waves broke over bow. Choking waves invaded me, while riptides pulled me underneath where fish may have consumed at their desire. Serrated edges I did not see as the moon became your face. Never a gull sang that night, but thoughts of your voice, a conch echo, a spiritual melody. I felt a spin of core and plume, a rise of burning lava. I looked for you and found you as a lighthouse on the shore, reflection in pools of water and drips like fingers plucking harp strings in my darkest hour.
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I cannot tell how much of this is overwhelming love or a tale of a lifetime ending in a tragic separation. Either way, it's full of raw intensity and I see the love inside of the glacier and hypothermic death. It's startling, your metaphor here, and I love not being quite sure about it's ultimate meaning: is icy coldness a sign of love or not? Is death here good or bad? Maybe it's both, as love can be both.