Frozen Lovers a poem By John M. Pride Jr.
"Frozen Lovers"
The dreams of frozen lovers die.
Hang from icicles that are thin at their and drip into a vapor their quick to disappear been held by a new lover to be exhaled again upon the skin of another.
Cold seductive lips; that lie and lie again builds the icicles and drips into the sunlight returning to a spectrum of color and to the emptiness below into a lie that never ends.
By John M. Pride Jr.
© 10/12/14
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