Analysis of Ice Fission

Will we tiptoe through the tulips?
Will we walk around on eggshells?
Will we dance defiant on thin ice
Poised above the fires of Hell?

Shall I breathe your life into me
To be fed instead heart-burning death?
Will I taste it from your lips?
Will I feel it in your breath?

Do you see yourself as savior?
Do you see yourself as whore?
Have you nothing less to offer?
Have you nothing more?

Will felonies and fiery seas 
Burn so I don't recognize me?
Will I love the feel of your heat
Or will your third degrees scar me?

Disappear into atmosphere
Memories in dissipation
Cold breath hovers, thought bubbles
Over empty conversation

Do you see yourself as savior?
Do you see yourself as whore?
Have you nothing less to offer?
Have you nothing more?

The lake is frozen over now
I walk alone on solid ground
To the cord of such discord
Will I be no longer bound

The fire below is burning still
You know that wasn't very nice
You left me with a burning heart
I left you beneath the ice

Do you see yourself as savior?
Do you see yourself as whore?
Have you nothing less to offer?
Have you nothing more?

© John Kennan 4/5/14