Heat

Can I borrow your
    heat for a while?
  Every cell in my body has frozen over like a lake in
        winter.  The fluid in my lungs crystallizes with each
    inhalation, every breath.
Never before have I needed to
    grasp onto something so badly.

Only the sustenance of your breath, warm in the frigidity of
  night, can prevent me from being trapped under a layer of ice.

Actualization has canceled my emotions.

Pyres encircle me now
           and combust violently,
   reasserting that your intentions were never
      as simple as I had assumed.
 Dare I look into your face?  Into the eyes that
    once wrapped around me to swaddle and are now
       xysters that leave me stripped and shivering?

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