Years after years
layers after layers,
assemble in me
mammoth mountains
Of sorrowful snow,
compressed tightly,
compact and dense.
My river of ice,
my Lambert,
move merrily dancing
from my cryosphere
lured by your waves
with enticing gesture.
Each time I calve and push
a colossal cool gloom
into your fathomless depth
and you soothe me of my pain
with your passionate cuddling.
I melt in you absolutely,
my cool gloom you seep
with no expectation
no urge, no lust,
only a surge of divine love,
with no thrust of salinity and density,
both united yet our chastity
still intact and unmarred
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