The blade touched down on the war-torn ice,
gouged out by the sharpened weight
of professional and novice alike.
It was then that I saw the paradox;
my scarf wrapped tight, in the frozen building,
when just a moment ago we had languished
in the sweltering winter sun.
Still, I took your hand and smiled
savoring the rush of frictionless cold,
our fingers entangled
though I could no longer feel your warmth.
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