Now… my heart has thawed;
its icy cactus spikes have split
split and formed a feather coat
strong enough to lift me off the

Ground

but… soft enough
that a passenger could wrap
wrap around it and hitch a ride,
a ride in their own car.

An… age it took for
those spikey armour plates to grow
grow and be protection to suit a
tasty looking lion tamer.

Gone.

Now… my heart has thawed;
its once frosted drawbridge is freed
freed to be lowered on its chains, rusted
by the  frozen, teary rain.

But… soon I’ll put up
my fists again, ready to fight
fight because the defenses are down.
Might have to call in reinforcements.

Now… that my heart has thawed.