Ice is water
frozen in time
a thief sleeping
in its lifted fluidity
love breaks down
in heat
under wanting
the ship exploring
has no recourse
father & farther
out it glides
floundering
getting closer
landing in exhale
receding in silence
if without warmth
there is a captain’s log
for this heart
penned in grace
so now this liquid love
will turn to face
the freezer door
as it closes
lost in waiting
in winter’s shanty
drunk with fear
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