Poem 4/24 – The Ice

Poem 4 – The Ice
Her hands were as cold
as her silicone armour mould
Tightly embracing her flesh
Our love was forbidden, unspoken
How we thought it would not be awoken
Her world, light years away
How did we become a part of this fray
We must await, a dawn a new
For the ice to become a dew

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