Cold Without You

Buried under multiple layers of covers
Adorned in my thickest snuggly socks
Yet the cold I feel remains untamed
It emanates from my feet, and creeps
To every inch of my body, and seemingly
Manages to penetrate my core.
I can almost feel my heart ice over.
Cold without you
Cold without your feet rubbing mine
Cold without the heart-melting love I feel when your gentle hands glide sensually over the contours of my bare frame
Cold without the passion that abounds when we embrace
Cold without you tonight

mAnGleD RuBbLe

Broken and created anew
A process of change
From lackluster to polished facade
Decrepit to exuberant vitality
Hollow emptiness to overflowing abundance
Not in a flash
But gradual transformation