the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana » fragrance http://www.tpkpoetry.com the poetry of stephen m. james Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:04:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.3 Etched in Ice http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/etched-in-ice/ http://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/etched-in-ice/#comments Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 The fire from a furnace cools me more than your fingertip.
Etched in ice, I’d prefer your radiance to the sun’s rays.
Who told you the route to inside of me?
How did you meander through the maze I sometimes become lost in myself?
Unlocking doors rusting for months
You come wonderfully slashing with machetes the vines crowding my heart’s entrance.
Enchanting me with your fragrance, charming me more than Thanksgiving dinner with broccoli casserole and whipped mashed potatoes only my mom and sister can make.
Willing to wait for hours for your email or any sweet and beautiful reminder of you.

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