the cold shakes my bones <br />I want Her hands back in mine <br />you probably expect me to say they were warm <br />but they were not <br />and you would understand if you had no where <br />to call home <br />no where left to hide <br />you would understand how beautiful it was <br />that I loved how cold Her hands were <br />that She is everything I have <br />pretty, little, cold hands <br />we both knew it was not worth it <br />to let go of each other's grip <br />in between our tangled fingers we found home <br />it was not worth it <br />but we let go just the same <br />She put those freezing hands <br />on my my freezing cheeks <br />She kissed my mouth <br />but all I felt were those tiny, icy hands <br />you could not understand.. <br />as we were reborn <br />in each other's breath<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bone-marrow-freezes-at-negative-eight-degrees-celcius/
