Cold

I haven't written in a while.
It felt so cold...emotionless. He felt so cold. His hands, bitter cold, his kiss, like ice.
It felt like a deal made in the far north, somewhere where warmth and passion never lingered.
They were swept away noiselessy by the whistling winds, like whispers, soft and forgotten. The cold, so bright and cutting.
It hurt, just a little.
I felt the cold drain the warmth from my cheeks, just like it drove the passion from my heart.