Very little in the way of inspiration today; I’m going to have to post an old poem, one that I don’t think I’ve published before. I don’t think it’s strictly within the rules but I feel like hell.
So cold
I feel you close, a chill wind stroking my hair, loving me.
so cold, so near, so far.
Your caress freezes, blood ice, gentle touches to let me know you’re here.
So cold, so near, so far.
Everything Is Better With Dragons 