Your Cold Feet

Your frosty frigid feet are faintly

shivering with reluctance,

your damp and clammy metatarsals

fidget fearing your comeuppance.

Timidly your toes have teetered,

daring now, withdrawing later,

circulation in your limbs congealing to a clot. 

Your numbingly annoying hypothermic hesitation

chills me to the bone as you stand

frozen on the spot. 

The End

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