The poems talks about the power of attaction and how attactions can feel like forces of nature. I feel this way towards a certain woman who doesn't want to see me anymore. So I will write about her from time to time to reveal the difficult feelings I have not being able to communicate directly;
In A Time of Melting...
...and so much, Time would not allow them to know
about one another, They had encountered in mid-
stream, when gray skies provide backdrop
to the plain sense that is every coming New York’s winter.
He had grown weary of dank cold, hard snow under-
foot & the wet whipping wind.
He was frost; Frozen in Time.
She had campfires eyes.
He, frail– a mere snowman of a man–
perceived a loss in mass with her every gaze.
Though her coals were his deplete
he could not keep from their soft, keen heat.
She was that early spring thaw in mid-
winter, gradually reducing him
to the water that he really was...
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