The differences, oh monumental.
Simple! Your heat to my chill
In this tiny place, still
I hardly think it's accidental.

Without eyes I know you
Your voice deep above me, beckons
We couldn't have met with
the delay only seconds.

I lingered, you hurried
now I wait thoughtless as you ponder.
Snow covers your tracks.
And my hope silently flounders.

Stolen life, stolen girl
So different that you would be taken
The sweet plan has unfurled
I an accomplice in the making.

"Make me yours," is the whisper
The bondage released.
Yes, the differences looming and towering
When I feed the differences vanish.

Your heat to my chill
Not a drop will I spill.

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