"I am so cold" (love poem--first try)

I am so cold; her fingers have turned me to ice.
She glides over me like an ice skater blown by the wind.
We feel no shame, no embarrasment--let all who want to know learn,
For, our deeds mean nothing to us; we are numb to the bone.
Stripped bare, the wind whips us and very soon we are in a cold frenzy.
We slide, we break, we shatter.

Shards of us scattered on the floor, but still our small fragments do not melt.
We gasp for air, grasp for ourselves; we sort ourselves by brushing aside each other's broken perfection.
Re-assembled but disorganized, I feel that I am not whole.
I am not myself, I am not the same, but one constant remains--I am cold.


Perhaps shame can be our salvation--be the warmth that re-ignites our lost humanity.
Quick! Grasp a-hold the misery of sin and be rescued from barbarity.
Re-awaken into the world of men and heat and for once feel the blush on our cheeks as our fractured minds and souls are again made whole.