ice ice baby

lust can be an icepick
or a kaleidoscope haze
from shuttered distant voices
that tenderize mind with spike heel studs
drenching weary eyes
in wells of gasping need

but what breeds this icy lust
what spiked studs needs must
must must shut
drench
fill welled eyes
make gasp and writhe

red silk locks
dressing cold shoulders
and piercing mind, hold tightly
a distant leash
rendering bound captive
aching through pixel pinholes