Ice Age

I live in the desert,

beneath the burning sun,

temperatures rising,

hot, hot, hot, yet,

the chill of your demeanor

freezes me to my soul.

There is no warmth

in the shadow of your gaze,

no heat from your heart.

Words fall like icicles

from your frosty tone.

When will I dance

in the summer of your love?

I cannot survive another ice age.

2015 copyright by Katie Pifer witchpetals.wordpress.com

image by jinxeaz.com

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