They found our bodies, perfectly preserved,
despite the ten millennia since our death.
The ice hid them all those centuries
within a cold and dark declivity.
You fell and could not leave, and so I stayed
to be by you forever. We died that day.
We've been paralysed with speed ever since.
The world thawed and with it fluid haste
has iterated life beyond love's slower pace.
Quicksilver skin eludes caress like meltwater.
Love slowly retreats like declining ramparts of ice.
Though ancient aches are numbed by births
through which our fugitive souls cascade,
I still yearn for our once secret, silent dark,
our joint grave's cold, eternal embrace.
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