Thursday, October 21, 2010

Ice


I skate with you across the pond
Hand in frozen hand
Over dark fish deep within
I pull you round, limb to limb.
The words I wrote,
Words you sent right back,
Words I prayed you'd reject,
Cut the laughter of our blades,
And scars the black ice of my soul.


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