Melting

My bones are made of ice.

I felt them freeze inside me long ago

That deep, deep cold when my skin is hot

And all that holds me up is frigid fear

I have been skin around a snowman for so long

I forgot to notice

How brittle I am and harsh and jagged at the edges

But now I notice, now

I feel the blood rush up and down my veins too warm

I wish

That you would press warm fingers to my wrist

And melt me into life again.

I have been so frozen and far away

And safe, but now is the time to thaw,

To be a puddle at your feet.