deprived of warmth
my blood runs like gelid seas
distant from feeling
my scent is cold
my heart concealed
always waiting for cold news
that constant cold blast I feel when I lay alone asleep
that cold comfort in the morning when the sun attempts to peak through
this arctic climate has turned me into a bluish gray
dreaming of warm sunsets and sunrises
fantasizing a warm overcoat layed on my shoulders
imagining the sun running its hands all along my body
making me sweat beads of pleasent emotion and exctasy
to feel fire in my heart
for my blood to run warm
for my waves to run into warm beaches
for my cold frozen heart and soul to melt with desire to love