Deliverance
It is cold.
The chill soaks into the body
Unhindered by the sun's golden warmth
That so often held the chill's minions at bay
Now hidden
Behind a dull gray veil.
She is small
A carefully sheathed legendary mistress
As shiny in her dull grayness as the clouds are silent.
He is alive
Burning with unstoppable frozen flame
Yearning to escape into the cold air
To release the scourge of his fire onto the unsuspecting earth
He pounds madly through the tunnels
Unseen
Except for the occasional twitch of the surface.
They want to meet.
She craves the delicious pleasure of tearing into his home
Wrapping his substance around her
Basking in the furnace of his warm embrace
Finally granted reprieve from the monotony of the cold.
He aches to burst past her point of entry and flow out
Finally shown to the world in all his glory
Soaking the ground with the dark red glow of his life.
They sit on the threshold
She leans, cold, on the surface
He flows past, beating madly, urging her onward
An unseen mind trembles
August 7, 1998