‘Thawed’ when you were never frozen is not the word,
But it encapulates a simple moment, so I have heard:
That moment when you melt, but form a solid-
In the place of one gaseous mess of all things horrid.
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
your sensual poet
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
art. popular since 10,000 BC
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for