Antarctica

Your eyes are Antarctica
Frozen in a place that I can
No longer reach

A white beach
Of ice
And the drifting lies
I told you
On the horizon, icebergs of
Our false love.
But it was real
I sank it, our little boat
And I never got to thank you
I can only choke
On the time
I've left  behind.

While I wade
Through snowdrifts
I fall
The freezing hallways and
The blades
of labyrinthine glaciers
My body cut to pieces.

I look above
The alabaster sky is carved
By pillars of steam
Rising over distant
Pale hills.
Thermal pools gleam
Forthcoming
I crawl towards
Warm lakes.
Thaw my frost bitten spirit.