I  wish I could act cool about this

 

Go back to when my temperature was just above zero

Without the thought of your kiss

Slip back into a cold case

No need to break the iceberg

But my body shifts to your embrace

 

 

I don’t wish to act cool about this

I want to race down platforms

Stumble over words

Let my mind trace over your body

look at you lost for words

 

time ticks against  us

 wasted ln knots

  and there’s always  a good reason for us to  get lost

    in a moment  when our mind set cools down

      and the frozen years of longing

        are lost in our sound

 

 

©  David R Mellor