Ice Maiden
The mist slowly lifts as you walk in towards the counter. He leans and looks at you with the corner of his eyes. Burning you with his unyeilding gaze. The moment stops. Freezes. And you reach out to touch his lip. Ice cold. Your touch… Water droplets on your thumb… Melting you is his warmth. The warmth that made you come. To be eyed like this. To be burnt with his gaze. To melt into a pool of water…
The music slowly resumes and the eyeing continues. You pull your hand back… A drop of water still lingering on your iced touch… You need the warmth. Today you need it. But it is not good for you, for those who are made of ice. Of stone, yes, but not ice. You have to be careful. Who you touch. You dont want to turn to water. And yet it’s all you want to be. Mist on the window pane, so he could write his name on it. Mark you for himself forever. You dont want to give a frost bite. So you walk the tight rope. Once in a while reaching out to touch his warm lips. Maybe he lingered on. Just to warm you.
Maybe tonight, you finally do get to melt. Meander. Wash the sands…
-Neha
Tags: frost, frost bite, grimm brothers, ice maiden, confusion
Kunal Goel says:
to die for love is the best way to die.
November 8th, 2005 at 10:09 pm
Arun says:
splendid. got the punch
November 8th, 2005 at 10:21 pm
Duh nston says:
and then lie still atop mount ampato, to be discovered in a thouand years, untouched by everything that transpired in between.
November 8th, 2005 at 10:38 pm
Neha says:
Thats beautiful Duh nstun. Thanks
November 8th, 2005 at 10:40 pm
anirudh says:
hey neha jus wanna tell you that if asthetaicscene is water then u r teh sea.it will b great if u dont mind mailing me more of ur splendid work. here lies an admirer
November 9th, 2005 at 11:16 pm