As one cold hand reaches out,
Is the other one ready to warm it?
This hand is cold not just because of the weather
but it is an extension of his cold eyes and frozen heart.
Frozen still, from a time long long ago.
One hand will always wash the other,
Only if the agreement is made.
The finger tips have been cold for sometime,
Waiting for a warm hand like yours.
Careful because like ice, one slip
And it could be lost forever.
Put the water to warm and grab a towel,
The chair has been placed, the wait is on.
Over the sink the cold hand waits,
For the other to melt the ice away.
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