ice crystal water
beautiful skin
pour it over my face

high without air
entering cirrus
so cold up there

looking through glass
the panes slowly melting
the pain is slowly melting
from my frame

bubble bath foam
beautiful you
scrub it over my body

high without air
dwindling summit
so free up here

looking through glass
the sun slowly drifting
my son slowly drifting
from my arms

ice crystal tears
beautiful man
kiss my face goodbye.

© Jess Zelhart, 2006. Thou shalt not steal.