catcher01

There is a woman of frozen steel
whose tears wouldn't melt ice.
Them watching us kneel
out of sight, they've forgotten why she cries,
but know that it is a leak
from subways and behind billboards
and a chemical toilet reek
that grips the heart's chords
to make a noise off beat
that rings metal and cracks icicles
and takes our eyes from each other to end the moment's heat
where being one made our hearts swell.
Trying to stem the flow, close the deal, I'm covered in bloody snow.
I held the lady of frozen steel and now I can't let go.