Arctic Affection - By Geox
—a glass of cold comfort that chills more than it cheers The cubes were sharp, the glass was frost,A frozen love, a warmth long lost.It kissed your lips, but numbed your tongue,A frigid song that can’t be sung.The sip was clean, the finish stark,A fleeting hug that left a mark. It whispered care, it whispered close,But froze you through, and nothing more.The coffee sat, detached, austere,A…












