There is a distance which has been crossed
A frown that has been replaced with a smile
And yes
I can honestly say
This time
I will allow myself
To partake in all the love that surrounds me
I will allow myself to be loved
By another
Because
This time I love me
I love my imperfections
Just as you did the first time round  
But this time I'm ready
For raging emotions
For storms and ships that sail away
Not really knowing where they are going
But just knowing for sure
That where ever we come to ground
We will be there together

Please.
Let me mold myself into you.
As I sit in your lap
Kissing your forehead
I want to freeze.
Breathe on my neck until it melts
Break down this cold wall between us.
I know why it's there.
A coping mechanism
An attempt not to feel
While we were so far apart.
It's time for us to warm up again.
We could take it fast
And melt by vigorous friction
Or we could take it slow.
I want to drip,
Blend the puddles between ourselves
Become one again.
Through long-distance letters we built a snowman,
He welcomed us home.
Let's steal his scarf
And watch the sun come out.
I'll hold your hand until we can feel each other again.

My cold feet cannot be warmed
in the fire that is my heart

Whomever you meet,
you will no doubt be in conflict,
that is the nature of the beast,
you and I,
cut by chromatic dividing lines,
split by life decisions,
perspective of the past, present and future,
separation of church and state of mind,
women as companions,
women as *******,
charity as obligation,
charity as privilege,
meaning it means it something,
or not at all,
who's to say?
A dichotomy of idealistic sentimentality,
different cogs in the same broken machine,
we are all twisted gears in a mal-adapted tree,
that bears no fruit,
and whether the strong rule,
or if the weak share the shattered remains,
means little to me,
we are all equally hopeless,
fractal personalities,
torn by social stratification,
at the core we are broken,
and I love it.