23. My Ice Queen

My ice queen.
Your cold stare
freezes my insides,
but melts my logic.

My mistress of torpor,
you solidify my senses
& tap me gently, so I
fall to the floor, in pieces,

in a puddle.

Woman, you beseech me
to bring you a flame
with which to melt
your aloofness.

You beseech me, from
underneath your
indifferent glacier,
in pleading silence.

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