Fire and Ice

By: Cecil Vernon Crumrine, Jr.

I stood at the window
watching icy rain trickling
down blurry panes,
recalling slow echoes

of summers past,
where eyes met eyes
and feelings focused
upon thoughts of nights

filled with love,
of velvety kisses
that consumed
my heart and soul;

of a touch that settled
itself, deeply ingraining
your love into my soul...
in an unforgettable fire.