Frozen

A cold street.

Waking up,
so cold.
Freezing.
Like death. 

Tuck yourself up.
Warm my heart.
Rub my skin.
Frozen lips  
pressing.

Do not drain
the life out of me.
Come here.
Do not touch the glass.
It's cold.
Be mine.

Ironic.
The best I ever had
was just a dream.
I can never tell you.
Noone has ever known me.

(Yvonne 2011)