The Art of Words


Destroy- © D. Brown

Crystal breath graces tense air
I want to be like him


shredded air shatters the ground
and I know he could destroy me


A cocked brow and I fall
into eyes of polar ice


A smirk


And then his lips are pressed to mine
cold but warming inside out


Icy intention grips me
holds me
and I know he could destroy me


Retraction on his part
and when I blink
droplets race my cheek


I'm frozen
petrified in an icy embrace
and I know he could destroy me


An unexpectedly warm hand to my cheek
All is understood when he leans in again.

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