Vaulted
its too cold
down here
cuddled in love
safe-vaulted in wedlock
tucked under motherhood quilt
yet - the cold seeps in
numb and sore limbs
craving to breathe,
and wiggle in lust...
have just found
that they still can
shake off the ice
change form
and flow out...
without letting you
feel them right.
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