Wednesday, January 22, 2014

polar arctic chill

the ice cone never melted
at the touch of your hot tongue
the chill is at the heart
it froze as the beats stopped

memories of beaches
with slippers at the sides
torn flip flops unusable
the sun just scorched my hands

the sand bits are burning
the smoke is about to fire
tired feet, hazy eyes
where did the sea went, it's gone...