Vault (Randyjw; March 13, 2017)
What does it take to reach a soul;
to share the words only two can know?
And drawers of love letters penned before —
To whom, exactly, were they for?
A heart reaching out, with blind, bare boldness
should never know the sorrow of another’s coldness
bitten with frost in a state of hypothermia
smitten on a skewer and roasted by fire
Such parries in the dark might make a course
of cold storage kebab derived from a corpse
though crystalline ice might enhance the luster
encasing yet another unpermafreezed monster