My being is so cold without you
My fingers frozen in time like icicles
They melt at your every touch, gravitating toward your warm embrace
Even at the possible expense of destruction, they find security in the beautiful masculinity that radiates your strength no less than the compassion that encompasses your heart
You warm my soul with your fiery self assuredness and it commends you for your restraint
For I am so defenseless that it could easily transfigure at the temptation of dogmatism
