my saltbox house

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closing my eyes I see my lovers heart, his chest cavity sliced wide open. His heart burns, it does, but in a different way to mine. his heart is a glacier, so cold I see the steam rising from the body that encapsulates it. he sits inside my saltbox house looking down, puzzled at the hole in his chest. I see the world through his eyes overlayed with my own, his world, my world intertwined, opposite ends of a magnetic field pulling together. I reach my hands out to touch, feeling the frigidity in the air increase over my fingertips as I grow closer and I clasp my hands around it. I see myself touch him through his eyes as I try desperately to warm him up again with my hands. with all my might I force every ounce of energy inside of me from my toes to the tips of my flame red hair through my body like a faucet and out from the palms of my hands. I press my tongue flat against the glacial surface and grip tighter and tighter. My lover doesn't budge, his heart grows colder and colder and refuses to melt in my hands until I become freezer burned, my palms and fingers and tongue permanently stuck. My love is so strong I feel it burning through my skin, I'm hot to the touch, I blushed readily at the fork of his tongue and still I cannot move or melt the heart of the man who meant so much to me, yet I can no longer pull away either and my own tongue and hands are immobilised now. I loved him so much that he became a blur, a cold mist that disappeared. A steam that forms from my mouth in the snow. The curls in his hair and the letters in his name became irrelevant and undetailed as the love I felt for him vibrated and superheated, i lost my own vision and i dont care to get it back. i only wish to see through his eyes and to think only of him. he could be anything or anyone and I'd still feel the same way. I like the taste of the ice on my tongue and I like the burning sensation that comes with loving him. my lover abandoned himself and the little world we built between us where he could be just that upon a marble pedestal, with me at his feet. I can't leave this place with my hands on his heart and I keep the door ajar even now as the icy winds of winter blow through it and threaten my warm body. I sit here night after night watching the world through his eyes. i burn a white candle in the window so his soul can one day find its way home to us. to him, sitting here vacant and still. me on my knees with my hands and tongue frozen to his heart. One day maybe, or in another life I'll light a fire for you in my saltbox house, my foggy lover.

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