expose me

Pity me
Expose me
I am the cold man
And I shy from you.
Your warmth threatens me.
You are the Gulf Stream
I am the frozen sea.
Take my hand
and comfort me.
Take my motionless hand
and somehow comfort me.
I belong in the cold
With the snowmen
I’m Brilliantly sculptured.
Deathly lonely
I’m mute and abandoned.
In frozen moments
distorted shapes you’ll find.
Contorted and twisted
defence mechanisms of my mind.
Hold me, I’m melting
I Emulate the clasped fingers
Intertwined, undefended.
Tightly ! Hold on, I’m crying.
Do you see salt tears?
Dangerous strangers, salt tears.
Compounding me
emotions are fires
parodies that warm me.
Its a cathartic meltdown.
And I’m shamed.
tire so easily these days
As She wear’s me out
And….
It takes strength to hide behind ice
a world of pain.
Pain and pleasure
I’m the one I treasure
And my form is nothing without the tundra
I call my emotional world.
But…
Should the cold man show feelings
Exposed by her.
Then stop !
Who is this puddle?
This salty puddle
She was so determined to find.


2005

Peter,
this is a vey beautiful poem - it's funny looking at the date as it seems like it could maybe a follow up to melt once more or maybe melt once more is the follow up to this - p.s like the end of the wedding one, nice use of wit.
Be interested to know your ideas on A Negative Response as you are the one who inspired it.
Magi
xxx

oops it's ominously under the title my poem - also see comments to Moxy as I say it's in response to melt once more from the spuned love.
xx

ooh the very sexy Peter Crompton exposing himself!

Where?

Get me a camera, a canvas chair and a picnic rug I might be here a while.

What I'm an artist - someone has to capture this glorious male form. It's a dirty job, heehee but someone has to do it.lol

Oh how I suffer for my art.

xxx