Lust, Thirst, Frost

You are a charmer, but far too divine
That in justice it should be a grave crime
Who in world ever allowed you to be seen?
Waking up in me a waterfall of chills and keen.

You should be forbidden to live here
Or at least wear a mask made of steel
If that could only cure the mad thirst
Burning flames, turning suddenly frost.

Or my eyes, opened doors of shadows
Should be locked like covered hollows
Even if the pain would be even more painful
Hiding  emotions would make me grateful.

It remains a palm of frozen glittering ash
Which can be removed with a rough dash
        From your insightful eyes full of fearless,
        Hieroglyphs for mine, blinded by darkness.