there's something wrong with
your internal heating system
because you whine about being freezing
when it's 60.
chills up and down your back
fingers tapping
against jeans
yanking sleeves over
icy knuckles
a constant state of
feverish frost.
something's wrong with
her external heating system
a little
uptight
maybe.
sort of
frigid
not entirely
open.
she comes as she is
she won't change herself
because she radiates winter and
it unnerves you.
she won't change herself
though you are spring
and she loves you.
she won't change herself
because she doesn't hate
the cold
and
she thinks snow is beautiful
and
the air in her lungs is frosty and full of life.
she is winter and it won't be warm until she wants it to be.
your internal heating system
because you whine about being freezing
when it's 60.
chills up and down your back
fingers tapping
against jeans
yanking sleeves over
icy knuckles
a constant state of
feverish frost.
something's wrong with
her external heating system
a little
uptight
maybe.
sort of
frigid
not entirely
open.
she comes as she is
she won't change herself
because she radiates winter and
it unnerves you.
she won't change herself
though you are spring
and she loves you.
she won't change herself
because she doesn't hate
the cold
and
she thinks snow is beautiful
and
the air in her lungs is frosty and full of life.
she is winter and it won't be warm until she wants it to be.
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Kyrridwen
May 17, 2018
I love this. Especially the second stanza. Absolutely beautiful. I've read it twice now because I enjoyed the whole thing so much. Thank you for sharing :)