Burning ColdMature

She is like the snow
piling up at his door
And when he opened up
she melted
into place
as if it were
hers all along
not a stutter
not a trip
they locked in place
melding together
She is
one side frozen
he is
one side burning
a concoction
that is
meant to be
She gets lost
in his eyes
like stars
get lost
in space
He gets lost
holding her
in his arms
never wanting to let go
They are two parts love
one part infinite.

The End

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