Ice 5/9/93
A shattered glass, my walls,
Crashing down around my feet,
Leaving my tender flesh exposed to the light,
The light of love.
Your love, on the one hand new and fresh,
On the other, older and greyer...
Both strong and alive.
Surrounded in such a light,
I could feel nothing but joy,
Joy of life, joy of your love for me...
All around me.
Rain poured down my cheeks,
I rubbed my eyes,
I curled up against a colder tomorrow
In your arms for a moment
As safe as I will ever feel.
When you left me, I felt cold...
I do not think that I have ever felt so cold.
So wronged and abandoned...
I slipped the mask of ice on over my tearstained cheeks,
Over the raw wounds from the glass on my face.
I hide behind the ruined walls,
Awaiting warmer weather....
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