YOU ARE READING burns Poetry gods 167 32 2 by sspeak by sspeak Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story you place your hand over my left breast, ice spreading over my heart and past the hill of my waist, down to my navel and upwards again. before i know it i am frozen, trapped with you in a premature stasis of oblivion.