Blackice - The FusionCold lips melt like snowflakes on a warm window pane.Blackice - The Fusion in Free Verse More Like This
Cheeks are tinted blue with want as desires formed of 318 years of loneliness are sated.
The snow's counterpart: the ashen Darkness, smelling of metal and fire and something deeper buried under grey skin and lodged under ribs, grasps and intertwines his long fingers like vines in snow-white hair.
Winter laughs; it is a cold, hollow sound light as the year's first flurries. He laughs as flesh cool and smooth and white as marble is marred by the colors of twilight by nails and teeth—the colors that signal the approach of Night…
And approach he does, with a less than gentle vengeance and a need to mark what is his. The night hisses as steam rises in the fusion of two souls. Frost bites at grey flesh, fingertips and lips; alabaster throats and pale, throbbing jugulars are exposed, and blue and purple flowers blossom accordingly. Dark, grey skin sings for the branches of frost that grace its surface, and likewise; untouched, untainted wh