Ice Maiden

I sip my vodka, I see your face.

Feel your fingertips on my skin.

I feel your desire and return it.


The bubbles of cola and a rush,

Confusing the journey.

Am I yours or are you mine?


Or is the alcohol speaking,

While your gun sits staring at me.

Tantalising; it’s metal hardness.


I want you I think,

Or do I want to be loved.

I never knew love before.


What is love anyway?

Protection? Guidance? Control?

Or saving from grey matter.


I want rest and calm.

My body is heavy, no choice.

Do what you will.