Icy burn

a shimmering burn

for the churn

it’s not right

to say hold tight

the last touch

a subtle flush

electric rush

crimson blush

upside down

is right side up

a small token

for vow broken

the otherness

an unknown bliss

ripple effects

hurried breaths

quaking chest

laid to rest

no inquiry

pride to bury

emerald music

tastes like magic

a hundred sleeps

a sigh of relief

final hour

new turns sour

all the flame

fell to icy shame