You fight with fire yet refuse to warm to me.
Years and years of fabrication
after fabrication, building
and rebuilding higher and higher
walls, by a princess in an ice castle,
precarious and perilous,
leave me with no desire
to see those walls melt.
This is my response to dVerse Quadrille 165 – Warmly,
the prompt from Lisa at dVerse ~ Poets Pub,
which is to use a form of the word warm in a 44-word poem
(excluding title), with no required meter or rhyme.