Cold Toes

cold toes
perhaps a case of wistfulness
misplaced as passé memories

ages past
the path to warmth embraced
a host of special ways

a ghosted smile
a kiss displayed in
always winsome eyes

warm caress
disguised in gentleness but
sanctified kept hopes alive

even avid urgency
divined in feral need conspired
to feed and comfort me

but today
the words you want to say
are tragic cries unheard

whereas
the words you said lie dead
beneath those frozen feet
© 21 May 2009, I. D. Carswell