Toes deaden.
Breath smelts to lead.
Hot needles dance in fingers.
Backs turn to snails.Ears hum coffee.
The fire swaggerswith logs
andwith a shrivela crack
a satisfactionyour simmer heart
sips
from high in the skya seething sleep.
Frost Fire
August Stramm
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Poem topics: breath, dance, fire, heart, sleep, high, coffee, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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