Winter's Tale.

I slip outside your door,
ice like blue eyes.
When I walk through the snow I try to keep my shoes dry,
to put my feet where others have stepped,
not willing to get in too deeply.
It's hard to walk in other people's footsteps
especially when they're running.

We talk like politicians.
I listen for emotions behind your words
like trying to hear snow fall.
like trying to hear water freeze.
We've both been burnt before
so now we're nice like ice.
The one who loves less is in control
so we both love less as hard as we can.

Verbal foreplay like swordplay,
preceding nothing.
Not hurting, only watching for openings,
not willing to get in too deeply.
It's hard to walk in other people's footsteps
especially when they're running.
Blue eyes like ice
That breaks before it bends.

We only rest when we sleep.
You want to know where wind comes from
but it isn't on our maps, no matter how hard we look,
so we remain, attached by ice,
which fails in tension
and when the wind blew we drifted