. . .metanoia bliss. . .

how sweet this glacial prison
sleep within a spring shunned haven
crystaline preservation divine
where frost embraces quietly
preserving what was once beautiful


the moon embedded into my heartbeat
singing to the snow within my veins




you trace my shadows
with whispers that feel like autumn
the colors flame into my skin
raising the rune encrypted passion
sleeping just beneath the surface


winter has ever been my texture
yet you'd free the fire within the ice




my glazed murmers catch upon your kiss
transforming into something exquisite
your lips branding with ardent resolve
consuming my arctic shroud like an inferno
so i breathe out archaic smoldering devotions


radiant possibilities flare against the blizzard
there is no fighting the blaze you set within 




we become something beyond simple ecstasy
creating a vapor of blissful envoloping abandon
to float out into the still night with our keening
making the stars blush at our radiant hunger
alight with more wanton razing than can be contained


the silence of my suspended iced keeping
undone by the pyre of your fierce rapture





dancing free to scintillate in the sun of you