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Frozen.
Winter blanket, come to me-
Bearing all your threaded tongue.
Winter blanket, smother me-
Melt the snow with filaments.
In this blizzard, white with prudery,
There is no hope for warming protection.
Strangers find the attire so garish:
Orifice sewn into fleshy linen,
A mantle that writhes with wanton passion
Is all I need to survive the ice-
To cover the desolate, shrivelled sapling:
Pinkly roots - once nibbled by Eros.
For without you, my form will be iced
And my status as a mortal will be put
Permanently Into stasis.
Come to me, winter blanket,
Come to me, necessary evil.
Bearing all your threaded tongue.
Winter blanket, smother me-
Melt the snow with filaments.
In this blizzard, white with prudery,
There is no hope for warming protection.
Strangers find the attire so garish:
Orifice sewn into fleshy linen,
A mantle that writhes with wanton passion
Is all I need to survive the ice-
To cover the desolate, shrivelled sapling:
Pinkly roots - once nibbled by Eros.
For without you, my form will be iced
And my status as a mortal will be put
Permanently Into stasis.
Come to me, winter blanket,
Come to me, necessary evil.
Published 8th Jan 2010
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22nd Dec 2013 2:16am
Normally when I comment I do a little deconstruction. But this, is just so good. If I de construct it I feel I may be giving away the beauty at too little a price. This is a piece for those who really enjoy the poetic form and anyway who can't appreciate the depth here should have to work for it. Very, very well done. Thank you (:
