Your cold hand upon my cheek

You expect it to hurt

You expect me to pull away

But I don't.

I love the cold.

The caress,

You think I want it to end

But I don't

I think I need the cold.

Do you understand?

No, of course you don't

You always expect someone to pull away

From that chilling touch of yours,

But not me.

I wont.

Hmmm? Do I burn you?

Or do I just melt the ice of yours I feel

Take a look on the other side of the glass

Blood of ice flows through your veins

Always has, always will

I need it...

I need the cold

But, do you need my warmth?

I see the frozen sadness in your eyes

I can read the longing...

But, do I read it right?

Can you tell me,

Or do your words get trapped between us

Please...talk to me...

It's getting so silent, so dark...

You can see the panic in my eyes

You say my name

Just like the winter's wind

Slowly winding its way through my mind.

I sigh with relief,

I can hear you.