Cold Washes the running warmth From your heart. You want an end To each bending turn Of a vein for you to follow. You will only bleed more From eyes that are cast In a direction of nowhere. Life has left you Open, like a child. Hands are splayed out To catch the droplets To your playful self. You are the current In your own storm. The woman with dreams attached To fountains that never stop spewing The infinite tears. Life has echoes, While love has the return Of warm hands against a dead heart. Those words you call Bound off the walls Of the fortress you've raised. Drop your defenses That I might loosen myself Through the cracks To your defeat.