Flames Of Ice Poem by Tigana Chileshe

Part1
Breathe you wont melt
breathe its just the two of us.
Perspirate, let it all out
i know what it is doing to you.
Be free its just the two of us.
Red petals on a wet black clothe.
Part2
whatever part he touches becomes flameous as ice.
His nude hands revealling it all.
Am unable to gasp as he relieves my soul.
'Breath' so he says
but how can i?
When he like flames is melting me away.
His ribs crack with each stroke.
Red petals on a wet white clothe.