Cold Angel

She tasted like a winter morning, sharp,cold unyielding,
yet he kissed her still.
Eyes crystal clear,her gaze penetrated his lonely soul,
he surrendered to it, 
catching a glimpse of a smile half etched in that perfect face,
his hand clasped hers.
Words cascading through his befuddled mind
yet only a silent tortured  sigh escaped..
‘Save me save me someone, anyone’
but the silence cried,without a scream.
How had she found him so easily?..
a countenance that unmistakably said ‘I’m lonely’
Unprotected he became prey  to her parasitic hold.
He ached to be needed.
She needed his fear.
This child of the damned.
Her  ice would not melt, his heart though..would
and  still ...he kissed her....