Cracks
Mirrored snowflakes
in rivers and lakes.
Cracks.
So frozen, in our tracks.
An absence of touch,
the distance is such
an icy crust.
Yet, a rivulet of lust.
A stream of affection,
a faint reflection.
My outstretched hand
offers a grain of sand.
So far from perfection…
So afraid, of rejection.
– 2.2.2015