burning cold

Their warm soft touch comforts you like your favourite blanket 

yet their really cold frozen scars burnt into one’s body

Winter

Their cold water refreshes us from the parchedness 

Yet hot deep cuts poisons one’s body

Summer 

Much loved and treasured 

One of our icons 

Yet why are they still blistering and numb 

One of our big mistakes 

Fluffy grey and white bodies 

Burn cold in the eye of the 

Fire.