Sempai is cold, like an ice sculpture
Holding hands with ice,
I feel his warmth tug at mine.
His smile is brilliant
Icy, glancing off glacier blue,
I gasp at Perfection.
He brushes against my skin
I lean in
And feather soft flakes kiss
My upturned face.
One hug, I remember,
My breath misted,
My heart was frozen in that moment
Forever in that second
At that time.
I was frozen on the inside
But that's okay.
I quite like it.
I despise heat, for fear
It would melt that precious ice away
and all that's left inside,
a puddle of muddied water
to mirror me.
Let Imagination Possess A Pen, And What Results Will Be Beautiful
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