The Melting

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You came to me like a song,

Hushed, on the wings of a warm wind;

The glare hurt my eyes

And I looked away,

Afraid to breathe,

Afraid to speak,

Lest your beauty break the ice

That masqueraded as my backbone.

But Love, determined Spring,

Wooed.

Waited.

Won.

Fear

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Fear

makes him

hold his husk,

retain the rind of

who he’s always been.

But unless he sheds this shell,

this shroud, how will he walk away

from his tomb?