Metaphor

You are an ice-enshrouded peak,
Austere, but also beautiful.
I cannot turn and move away.
Instead, I scheme to scale your
Flanks, to use my axe to seize
Your heart, and find a way to
Heat it, so that you will warm
To me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-16 at 18:37

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