Have you ever removed your heart from pure
Have you ever watched the ice melt from your hands
Tinged in violet
The color of the darkest rose,
Hiding in pale moonlight?
Have you felt the crystals yielding?
Warmed by your touch?
As it begins to come alive?
Hammering at the cold?
Breaking the ice
Melting it into a flood of hot fluids
That finds every crevice of
Your palm and fingers and wrist?
“I am alive,” it’s saying.
“I belong to you.”
Now remove me from this hallowed ground
The one hiding frozen ghosts and succubi
Prayers lost in a void of stars
Hiding behind a sky of skin,
Ready to keep us safe from the fires and ice.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE on Amazon in the anthology “A Cartographer”.