I see you as if you are white blood upon red snow
Burning the ice you touch
I feel you as if you are frost on flame
Hardened and then melting
I need you as if you are the ground that carried my weight
And I shall fall
To feel the scarlet blush run again in your pale cheeks
But I have already crushed you
In my hands you have become
But an empty bed
Soiled sheets
A dent on my pillow