Extreme Surrealism: Ice Poem by Atef Ayadi

Extreme Surrealism: Ice



Everything I touch melts.

I like to learn the skill and the art of touching
and melting the ice.

How much of your ice,
lady

Do you want me to melt.

how thick, and
large
is your ice?

Do you want me to turn you into the ice age
or turn your planet into Venus?

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