What rages within you
could have been love
had I not reached in and
discovered Russian winter.
(Who am I to complain –
vapours of liquid nitrogen
cover my own frostbitten heart.)
How far have we travelled.
To now find ourselves out
of our depths, without sight,
hope, or sensation. Frozen.
May the warmth of un-expectation
thaw out the blaze that engulfs us.
Until spring then, Godspeed, my friend.
could have been love
had I not reached in and
discovered Russian winter.
(Who am I to complain –
vapours of liquid nitrogen
cover my own frostbitten heart.)
How far have we travelled.
To now find ourselves out
of our depths, without sight,
hope, or sensation. Frozen.
May the warmth of un-expectation
thaw out the blaze that engulfs us.
Until spring then, Godspeed, my friend.
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