I want to hold your shaking hands,
caress them 'till they stop.
I want to hold your fragile body,
want to touch your everywhere,
run my fingers through your hair,
kiss your lips, your eyes, your neck.
I want to know
if you're really as cold as you look.
If I kissed your lips
would the cold spread through me
and freeze my face, my blood, my veins?
Would I forever be frozen,
as a statue staring into your eyes,
the depths of your eyes...
And if I froze would you hold me?
Or would you let me fall and shatter
like a million relationships past,
as I stared up at you
from frozen eyes,
wishing it never began.
