we are frozen

two feet apart

facing.

hyperborean statues

marble moons locked

as sharpened air penetrates

deep into our benumbed porous core.

helplessly

we gulp down 

gusts of gelid wind

that ices lung tissue 

and stabs at our drum-tight hearts

until they rupture and erupt

releasing the lava of love

that floods every fibre

of our being

instantanteously breaching

the surface strata of skin.

no longer petrified

we dissolve

into amulets of fine filigree

a fusion

now greater than the sum of our parts

another Montague and Capulet.