He was the second snowman to be melting away before her eyes, only this one was different. It was a paradox. The colder he became, the more he melted.

The return of the rain, beating out time on London’s rooftops and pavements. Early morning Zombies sheltering beneath copies of the Standard whilst others ran screaming for cover in doorways because water from the heavens...

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

If love wants you; if you’ve been melted down to stars, you will love with lungs and gills; with feathers and scales; with warm blood and cold.

Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

As the ice melted, we fell in love—slowly. I just wish the ice were in two glasses of vodka, and not surrounding our bodies.

We made love like two sticks of butter melting in the snow. I mean freezing.

My soul is melting in sadness but I still keep smiling for you.