Ice dragon
rears into
the soft
of my heart
again,
fanged and
shivering,
old enemy,
old friend.
How well it
knows me,
finds just the
right place
to divide me.
I turn blue,
live in an igloo,
drinking
frozen tears.
Suddenly it
leaves,
my igloo melts,
I’m thrown into
Summer again.
So much gold
after only blue
I am blinded
and I cannot
remember
how to live
without
a coat.
I wasn’t sure about the end of this one- I kept fiddling with it. Any feedback on whether the poem breaks up and where that happens would be helpful.