When I was little I used to wonder
If water could get colder after it’s been frozen.
If ice could get colder, harder
If cool could taste colder than cold,
If temperature could be expanded
To be more satisfactory,
I have never been satisfied,
Always been curious.
I wonder if my curiosity instead
Is a well of loneliness,
Like Radclyffe said.
I haven’t tasted a cooler cold,
But I have felt more whole, since.
I guess discovery will have to scratch my itch
Because once it gets past freezing,
Ice is just ice, and
Bliss is bliss.