Ice

Run your fingers down
my spine, I already shudder
from your words.

Kiss my sweet red lips
taste the indifference you
have left there.

I am no clone, no fool
for your mischeivious
foul deeds.

The memory of your
death is still fresh in my
apathetic state.

I am ice and no longer
are you the warmth to melt
my frozen heart.

So breathe me in, enjoy
the feel of my sultry touch, you
will get no more.