Mirrored snowflakes
in rivers and lakes.
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