Fiery zone of intense contemplation;
Needles piercing the eyes of interest;
We engage in ardent meditation;
Vehement in the stress of
forging metal with bare hands
and piping lungs...
Your smile is chiseled in granite
My warmth is blanketed by snow
Always this barrier between us;
painted with blood and scratches
from broken nails and fingers.
Vanity in the screams of frustration.
[15:53|28.11.011] ©c.thomas.carter
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