Blizzard

My heart sits in a hot spring Warm to the touch Igniting the cold around it It's frostbitten bicuspids thuds drum fire like downbeats calamaring upstream, bringing with themselves breath The breath of every exhaled sigh of relief The breath of life's first prelude into this realm And cold is the mind that disconnects from the heart Yet the heart acts without the mind's authority It barges blindly with and insatiable relentlessness to seek out a match that scorches hotter than its ice-cold geysers Smoldering it throughout with suppressed combustions like microwaves The heart is a fool for love, and the mind knows that The heart knows that there's no rationality in love Only sacrifice and countless hours of overtime put in while the brain tries to understand the anomaly with equal applying inquisition The mind is a real cock blocker amongst the pussy Telling the pussy that there is noreal love But it's just a phase of the pussy Not knowing that cock cannot disperse heat sultry enough to rival the pussy's warmt And that is truly cold blooded