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.
Not newborn skin
, this.
Calloused, thick,
Barrier excludes blood
From heart of stone
Lest it beat and fulfill its function.
Stubborn film rejects sunshine,
Warmth,
Content to stagnate frozen
In primordial ooze
Lest the mess that lurks beneath
Be exposed, raw in its stench.
Your skin has kept emotions contained,
Given you a measure of control
Over the uncontrollable.
See here, the crown of thorns
Which pierces hearts of ice.
Take hold of the spear
Which alone penetrates
Thick skin.
Be melted.
Drip with awe.
And watch your dirty little secrets
Dry up and turn to dust
Before the Light of the World.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 