Icy Core

Cold blooded is the stare I get from thee,
intensely you strike to my memory.
Exceptional in dark places,
slithering like untied laces.
Chilling to my bones, you slip into my mind,
tickling my senses, hands you quietly bind.
Shrewd to your icy core,
taken by your foul lore.
Cold blooded is the stare I get from thee,
intensely you strike to my memory.

Written January 30, 2012