shalyndria

I wrote this about my first love...i miss

my snow angel
won't you grace me with a cold front?
i am burning fire hot in midwinter
well, early winter
soltice passed me by unnoticed in the bustle of material existence
remember when you wrote me as trembling in the rain?
i would like to be that way again
somehow
someway
someday
who can scare me like you can?
who can make me that nervouse?
who can anger me so much?
i shouldn't value those things but i do
above all else
i value one's ability to make me feel
things that none but one has made me feel
the warmth i can get many places
fleeting rushes of heat that incline me to want
things
but the cold
the moment of urgency that is to feel
to survive the freezing
when every inch of my body can be felt and understood
and i have to keep moving
shaking
swimming around you in the frost-kissed air
that is living
so
my snow angel
i miss you