Emotions are sought…
reach out your arms,
bring them closer,
hold them to the heart until it warms.
Too often we drown
in the emotional cold touch,
slithering, squeezing the soul
till tears of freezing fall in a rush.
Let thawing engulf
or an empty wind will blow within,
a barren innerscape,
devoid of love, devoid of humans.
©December 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne